Leona turned sharply at Kael's words, her expression unreadable. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a blade, and all eyes were still on her, waiting for a response. Skye Drakonis stood before her, composed and confident, as if the failed assassination attempt was nothing more than an unfortunate misunderstanding.
"What is going on?" Kael demanded again, his voice laced with frustration. "We can't trust him, Leona. He just tried to kill us!"
Leona remained silent for a moment, her gaze flickering between Skye and the others. She knew Kael was right—Skye had been the mastermind behind the attack, the one who orchestrated the poisoning, the deception, the chaos. And yet, here he was, proposing marriage as if the blood he had spilled could be so easily washed away.