A deafening bang shattered the sacred silence of the chapel. The sound reverberated through Daedalus’s mind as he whirled around, every muscle tensed with the sudden, instinctive awareness of danger. His eyes widened in shock as he saw his older brother, Primus, staggering into the room. Primus’s face was a twisted mask of fury, his eyes bloodshot, and his breath reeking of alcohol, the fumes rolling off him in waves. His once-proud posture was crumbling under the weight of intoxication, yet his anger blazed with a clarity that sent shivers down Daedalus’s spine.
“You f****r!” Primus’s voice was a guttural roar, the words slurred yet laced with venom. “They’re blaming Isabella for this s**t! What the f**k is wrong with you? You’d betray your own brother, throw his bride to the wolves, jus
