She didn't say anything, only glared at them, her anger simmering behind wide, furious eyes. One might wonder — why? Why humiliate her like this? She wasn't Sylvaris's blood enemy. She hadn't killed anyone in his family. She had no great crime against him.
But the answer was simple:
Sylvaris was a menace. He wasn't the kind of man you could cross and expect mercy. He wasn't the kind of man you could challenge and still walk away untouched. And the women by his side — Liraeth and Faylira — had started to mirror pieces of him.
Not completely. Not yet. But enough.
Enough that they supported his every decision without question. If he wanted to kill Lilith here, they would do it without hesitation. If he wanted to fuck her broken body into the floor, they would spread her legs wide for him — without pity, without mercy, without even seeing it as wrong.
