In the Jarl palace, Alysha slowly stepped out of her hidden room, her entire body trembling from the weight of the conversation she had just overheard. Her hands shook as she clutched the fabric of her dress, her innocent eyes wide with fear. She felt as though the world around her was crumbling.
Ingrid, noticing her daughter’s distress, looked at her with helplessness, her heart aching for the fear and confusion etched on Alysha’s face. There was little comfort she could offer in this moment.
Neil’s voice, steady and cold, cut through the tense air. "Have you seen them, Mr. Jarl?" he said, his gaze piercing Karol. "Have you seen the Rodriguez family? How could you give your daughter to such a dangerous lot?"
Karol's face paled as he turned to Neil, his voice weak and filled with regre
