Astrid sat regally in a high-backed chair, a masterpiece of darkwood and crimson velvet that seemed crafted for an empress. She radiated authority, yet her expression betrayed helpless fury. Her clenched fists rested on the armrests.
Despite her usual commanding presence, today an expression of anger and helplessness marred her striking features. The air around her seemed to hum faintly with mana, tension coiling like a storm ready to break.
Her voice cut the silence like a blade.
"So what if he gets angry?" Her voice was edged, cracking slightly. "Do you think I care anymore after what happened to Seraphina? My daughter! I have endured this far too long, and I am done. Do you hear me? Done. If he wishes to stop me, let him try."