Samuel's response was a low, vicious snarl of pure disgust.
"It is so incredibly unlucky. They are actively wishing for you to be dead, printing your face on mourning banners while you are standing right here. How *dare* they use your image for this ominous, disgusting farce?"
Heena's eyes crinkled beneath her veil. A quiet chuckle caught in her throat.
"Relax, guard. Let them enjoy their performance while they still can." She tilted her head toward the stage, watching the Marquis dab at his eyes with practiced sorrow. "The curtains are about to come down."
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Of course, at a dramatic moment like this, any typical protagonist worth their salt would have shoved their way to the front, ripped off their veil, and screamed their accusations for the entire world to hear.
Would Heena do that?
Absolutely not.
