With the Winston and Dorne families still kneeling in silence, their arrogance completely stripped away, Alexander did not even spare them another glance. To him, they were no longer important enough to hold his attention. Their fear, their regret, and their broken pride no longer carried any meaning.
He held Anna’s hand firmly and turned away from the scene as though closing a chapter that no longer deserved to be read again.
“I’m sorry I arrived late,” he said in a calm voice as they walked, his tone steady and controlled, as if the chaos behind them was nothing more than background noise.
Evelyn stood stiffly where she was. The overwhelming pressure around Alexander made it hard for her to even breathe properly. The soldiers, the weapons, and the silent obedience of everyone present
