Darkfield

"Silvia, step aside before Lancelot mistake you as his meal."

Yul's eyes glinted with malice, his sword trembling under Samael's clutches. "Stop this madness, Hell."

"Have you lost your mind, Stefan? Hell?" Silvia's voice thundered while blocking Stefan's sword, her eyes flickering with rage as she stared at the king.

"It should be me who should ask that, Silvia." Stefan's voice was low. "Have you two lost your minds? Do you want to die?"

"How can you not behave yourself with all those guests… enemies lurking around and waiting for the right time to bare their fangs?!"

"Oh, come on, Via! Don't act as if this is for the goodness of the country!" Samael rolled his eyes. "Just say you don't want me dead because if I did, Rufus will die as well."

"Hell!" This time, Yul's voice pitched as he ground his teeth. "Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten about your wife?"