Zephyr stormed into his lavishly decorated room, the grandeur of his surroundings serving as a stark contrast to the tempest brewing within him. His steps echoed against the polished marble floor as he paced back and forth, the fire of his rage burning bright in his eyes.
Arthur cautiously entered the room, immediately met with Zephyr’s intense gaze. As Zephyr continued his tirade, Arthur attempted to soothe his brother’s ire, his voice calm and measured against the storm of Zephyr’s emotions.
But Zephyr refused to be placated. His determination to rid himself of Desina burned fiercely within him, fueled by his belief in her treachery and her potential to obstruct his path to the throne.
"Can you believe her, Arthur?" Zephyr's voice was a low growl, filled with venom. "Who does she thin
