"Enough! Damian is a human prince. You will give him the respect deserving of one. He has given you no reason for this hostility."
Sol's cold voice resounded across the vast royal court, carrying an authority that immediately changed the atmosphere.
The pressure surrounding the room became noticeably heavier, and even the distant ministers listening beyond the doors instinctively lowered their heads.
Leo frowned deeply, his golden eyes shifting toward Sol with clear disagreement.
"Don't allow your sentiments to cloud your judgment," Leo argued, his voice low but firm.
He clearly believed his concerns were justified, and unlike the others who blindly feared Sol's temper, Leo had existed beside him for far too long to remain completely silent when he believed his master was making a mistake.
Sol, however, was not having it.
"I said enough," he hissed, and the warmth that had been present in his expression disappeared completely.
