{Third Person POV}
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BAM!
The sound of a fist slamming against solid oak echoed through the study like a thunderclap.
"Just where the hell has that bastard gone?!"
Aldric Raith stood behind his desk, face flushed with anger, knuckles still pressed against the wood hard enough to leave impressions.
He gripped the edge of the desk, leaning forward.
"That son of a bitc—"
Then suddenly... the temperature in the room dropped.
Frost began forming along the edges of the window panes. The candles flickered. Breath misted in the suddenly frigid air.
"Careful, Father."
The voice came from the single high-backed chair positioned beside the tea table near the fireplace, which had stopped providing any warmth whatsoever.
Cassandra sat with perfect posture, her legs crossed at the ankle, one hand resting delicately on the armrest.
She wore a deep crimson dress with black embroidery along the collar and cuffs.
