Prince Lorian's eyes landing on Saintess Marienne. His green eyes narrowed in dislike while the tie in his dark hair felt too tight for him now.
"I see the Everbright Church has grown quite comfortable in my father's palace."
Tension rippled through the room. His voice was calm, yet every word was sharpened with accusation. After all, his father started to become paranoid and act strange when the church stayed in the palace.
Agree with them working together when his sister and niece are a witch? What a joke! He believed that his father was being brainwashed.
Marienne met his gaze evenly. "I'm here to protect the kingdom, Your Highness. That is what I've been doing—despite every obstacle placed in my path."
Lorian folded his arms, armor creaking softly as he smirked full of mocking. "By letting your captain's severed head be sent to the king like a slaughtered pig?"
