"Hahahahaha…!!!"
The emperor's laughter echoed through the hall, but Aron could tell the man wasn't laughing out of amusement.
He was enraged, furious beyond words, but couldn't act on it.
"You dare make demands after everything?" the emperor barked, his voice dripping venom.
"I apologize for the inconvenience," Aron said calmly as he turned to leave.
It wasn't worth staying here any longer.
He figured he could easily find what he needed elsewhere, some of the spectators who'd fled earlier were bound to end up in taverns or shops.
Finding the information he needed wouldn't be hard.
But the emperor's voice halted him.
"The only reason you still draw air," the emperor said coldly, "is because you're soul-bound to my daughter. And now you talk about leaving?" His eyes flared. "You jest."
The emperor's face darkened as killing intent poured from him like a raging tide.
The temperature in the hall seemed to plummet.
Aron stopped mid-step, then slowly turned to face him.
