Women of elegance

Seeing Vlaran here, confirmed his suspicions about the ones who sent Castor. Jaegar could tell just by seeing Castor's demeanour. If Castor had an important figure in the palace, he would have heard about him. And a nobody like him can't act like he is now, not unless someone of high status backs him. And not to mention the knights who came with Castor.

Jaegar's glare intensified, unwavering. "Where's Lorcan?"

The question carried an undercurrent of tension that everyone in the hall could feel.

"Do you want to meet him? I can arrange that," Vlaran said with a simple smile.

Jaegar's expression turned more furious. At the mention of his name, Jaegar couldn't control his anger. There was a visible power surge, sending a ripple throughout the hall.

Vlaran's smile didn't falter, but his eyes grew sharper, more calculating. "Jaegar, let me tell you something: you have already committed a lot of treason until now.