The woman with long black hair and red eyes, sharp features, and a defined face—looking no older than her mid-twenties despite her true age—gripped the armrest of her chair so tightly that deep cracks splintered through the wood.
Her lips trembled as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes blazing with barely contained hatred.
"SERAPHINE, YOU BITCH! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MY PET FOR KILLING MY TAMED BEAST ONCE I HAVE THIS KINGDOM IN MY HANDS!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind, smooth and mocking.
"Haha! If the castle walls weren't built to muffle sound, the crown prince or the queen would've already had you assassinated for running your mouth like that."
"Shut up! You dirty bastard!"
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Leon walked up to the center of the room, the old man following behind. The floor beneath his boots creaked faintly, echoing in the dimly lit, hollow chamber.
