The moment the butler’s body hit the marble floor, the entire room erupted into chaos.
Gasps.
Shouts.
Chairs scraping harshly against the floor.
Servants rushed forward in panic while others froze in place, unsure whether to move or not, their eyes wide with fear as the reality of what had just happened settled over everyone like a suffocating weight.
The royal table—
Once a place of elegance and control—
Had turned into a battlefield of confusion and rising dread.
Caleb stood abruptly, his chair sliding back with a sharp sound, his presence immediately cutting through the noise like a blade.
“Enough!”
His voice thundered across the hall, commanding, absolute, leaving no room for hesitation.
And instantly—
Silence followed.
Not complete—
But controlled.
Contained.
The guard
