"You dare interrupt me?"
The air in the room grew heavy—heavy enough that I felt the bedframe creak under the sudden atmospheric pressure of her killing intent.
"Princess... wait... I was sent by—" The assassin tried to speak but was cut off by Elena.
"I don't care who sent you," she hissed, walking toward him with slow, rhythmic steps. Her crimson mana began to lick at the floorboards, charring the wood where she stepped. "You saw something you weren't meant to see. You entered a private sanctuary. And most importantly..."
She reached the man and grabbed the hilt of the sword pinning him, twisting it just a fraction.
"You interrupted a very important moment."
The man's eyes bulged. He looked at me, his gaze pleading for help, but I stayed silent. My eyes flickered for a second, showing me his mana—it was thin, flickering like a candle about to be snuffed out by Elena's raging sun.
