บท 52: Invitation From Earl Icevern (End) Sophie

Sophie's soft, yet determined voice pierced through the quiet of the hall where I had retreated to gather my thoughts after the meeting. "Draven, we need to talk."

I turned to face her, noting the resolve in her eyes. There was no escaping this confrontation. I nodded silently, gesturing for her to sit, but she remained standing, her gaze unwavering.

I studied her closely, my mind racing to understand the depth of her emotions. Sophie had always been a figure of grace and strength, but today, there was a storm brewing behind her usually calm demeanor. Her eyes, usually a serene blue, were now filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt. Her hands, clenched into fists at her sides, trembled slightly, betraying the intensity of her feelings.

"You promised, Draven. You promised you would admit your sins. Yet, here we are, and you continue to evade the truth," she began, her voice trembling slightly with pent-up frustration.