Draconic I

"You―!" Hazelle's face flushed red, burning with rage as she pointed a finger in Daphne's face. 

The latter didn't even flinch, simply maintaining eye contact, refusing to back down or show even the slightest bit of weakness. Two could play at this game. If her sister-in-law was so keen on watching her marriage burn down in embers, Daphne would be more than delighted to remind her that her own marriage was anything but sunshine and rainbows.

Alas, Hazelle nor Daphne managed to get another word in. A knight burst into the room, causing those who were still left behind in the dining room to turn and look.

"What is the meaning of this?" Leonora asked, slamming her palm down on the table.

"Your Majesties," the knight greeted, panting. He turned to the princes and princesses, bowing down low. "There is an attack in Wethstadt!"

"Send more men over, then." Leonora frowned. "Is that decision so difficult to make on your own that you need to disturb us?"