Alexander POV
The dining room was silent.
Unnaturally silent.
The kind of silence that didn’t bring peace—but tension.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
The soft clink of cutlery against plates echoed faintly, but no one spoke. No one dared to. It was as if the air itself was waiting… for something to break.
I sat at the head of the table, my gaze fixed ahead, my expression unreadable.
Elara sat to my right.
Celyne… across from me.
She hadn’t touched her food.
Good.
Because neither had I.
This wasn’t dinner.
This was control.
And I needed it back.
I placed my fork down slowly.
The sound was sharp enough to draw their attention.
Finally.
I leaned back slightly, my eyes moving between them before settling.
“We will be holding a press conference tomorrow.”
My voice was calm.
Too calm.
