Chapitre 462: The Queen's Question

The dining room was a battlefield of elegance and excess, with platters of untouched food scattered across the table. Aurelia leaned forward, her fiery red hair catching the candlelight, her eyes locking onto mine with unyielding intensity. The air around her practically crackled with energy—a sharp contrast to the soft clinking of cutlery as the staff quietly cleared away dishes. She had already dismissed most of the attendants, leaving just the two of us in this charged silence.

"Why did they imprison you, Draven?" Her voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the edge in her tone. It carried the authority of a queen who expected answers.