The tension in the room was palpable. Azriel's temper snapped as his face contorted with rage. Without thinking, he lunged at Queen Tonya, his eyes filled with murderous intent. But Markus, quick and steady, intercepted him, holding him back with surprising strength.
“Compose yourself!” Markus commanded, his voice hard and unwavering.
“Compose?” Azriel spat, struggling against Markus's hold. “Did you hear what she said? She murdered my parents!”
Markus tightened his grip. “I heard. But we need to hear everything. We deserve the full truth. Can I trust you to hold back a bit longer?”
Azriel’s wild eyes met Markus's steady gaze. After a moment of intense internal struggle, he nodded, his body trembling with barely contained fury. Lora was quickly by his side, wrapping her arms around hi
