Bab 199: Elian is my Choice

Lord Cavin, tried to maintain his composure, but his smirk faltered under the weight of Izan's words.

"Are you questioning my inheritance, Lord Cavin?" Izan repeated, his voice still maintained the deadly tone.

The lords and ladies shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their earlier boldness evaporating under the weight of Izan's presence. The emperor straightened slightly, watching his son with a glimmer of approval.

Lord Cavin hesitated, his carefully crafted façade cracking just enough to reveal unease. "Your Highness," he began, forcing a polite tone, "I am merely voicing the concerns of the people. Surely you understand..."

"What I understand," Izan interrupted sharply, "is that you have overstepped your bounds. Not only have you dared to insult my fiancé, but you have insulted me and the imperial family as a whole."