Reuben's Fury

Reuben's Palace, Savadra

Reuben's hand swept across the polished surface of the mahogany table with a violent flourish. Scrolls, delicate glass vials, and fragments of crystal shattered against the marble floor with a crash that echoed through the chamber like a broken promise.

"You knew, Mira. Don't lie to me. She visited Ceres just last Thursday—how could you not see this coming?" His voice was sharp, raw with betrayal, and it cut through the air like a blade. Mira instinctively stepped back, her spine straightening under the weight of his fury.

"Yes, My Prince," she replied carefully, her voice low. "She did. But then she left yesterday together with my mother. She travelled with a mechant caravan. Father and Gideon escorted them as they were on their way to Carles." Mira replied cautiously.

Reuben's gaze darkened. His hands curled into fists at his sides.