The room grew even more tense as Ambrose’s sudden outburst broke the silence.
His face turned red with anger, and he glared straight at Asher, his voice rising.
“Who do you think you are, Asher?” Ambrose shouted, his voice full of anger. “What makes you so special that you can stand there acting like you’re in charge?"
"You’re nothing! Just a bully hiding behind the ruler’s protection!”
Ambrose wasn’t just angry, though. He knew what he was doing. His pride had already been crushed by the ruler, but this was different.
This wasn’t just about challenging Asher out of spite, he was trying to play the ruler’s emotions. If he could make Asher look like a bully, maybe the ruler would feel sorry for him, or at least see Asher in a bad light.
He was trying to turn the tables, using his pri
