"Impudence…"
"Do you even know who you're talking to?!"
The woman shrieked—sharp and grating, like a pig being butchered alive.
Her voice echoed through the hall, dripping with disbelief and fury. As someone born into wealth and bathed in luxury, she had never been spoken to without deference. Her entire life had been one long parade of sycophants, bowing heads, and carefully measured words. And now… this?
Her pride flared like a raging wildfire. Arrogant and vindictive to the core, this woman's wrath knew no reason.
Even the slightest irritation would trigger her vengeance. Once, a servant had dared to hold his gaze for a mere second longer than she preferred.
She had the man's eyes gouged out for that.
From that day on, her estate had turned into a palace of fear. Servants walked on eggshells. No one dared breathe the wrong way when she was present.
So when Damien stepped into the room with the stench of blood and war trailing behind him, the atmosphere twisted.
