Helena maintained connection with Lucius through their locked eyes. Despite the roiling presence of enraged Mana in the air around them and the promise of death within his gaze, Helena remained unphased. This only served to further anger him.
Mar'Eeyen made a slight movement from the periphery of his vision, but whatever she was doing was halted by Natali. The maid's calm demeanor cast aside for a similar expression to his own. Her daggers were pressed against Mar'Eeyen's neck. At one time, Princess Lefae's own constant expression of disinterest reminded him of her. However, as time moved forward, he saw that unlike the princess, Natali was simply wearing a mask. It was interesting to see it slip and to do so on his behalf.
Silence permeated the surroundings, likely due to the pressure Lucius exuded. Berk sat silently, too inebriated to be affected by the tension. No one moved. No one breathed.
Finally, the elf released a small sigh. "You truly hate her that much?"
