The prince barely had time to speak before the man shot him a sharp glare, one that silenced him instantly. The large prince swallowed hard, then redirected his glare toward Ozeroth instead.
'So he holds the power.'
That realization alone caused the man's threat level in Atticus' mind to rise sharply.
As the man straightened, his gaze flicked briefly toward Ozerra, lingered on Atticus for a second, then returned to Ozeroth as he offered a small, composed smile.
"My name is Joan. Let's be reasonable. My queen has been looking for Princess Ozerra for months. She's grown tired of being apart from her daughter. We only wish to reunite them."
He spoke calmly and candidly, his smile unwavering, as though addressing unruly children rather than a group of gods.
"She's not going anywhere."
The golden glow around Ozeroth swelled until it became almost blinding, and his killing intent bleeding freely into the air. Still, the man didn't lose his smile.
