Sarah stood frozen, her eyes darting nervously between Ambrose and Hualing. The maid's murderous glare left little doubt - if Sarah didn't follow through with summoning Lysander, she might not live to regret it. Taking a steadying breath, she reached for the communication talisman Lysander had given her. She decided to call for Lysander, after all, Lysander was from the ten great families, even if the opponent was also from the ten great families, they wouldnt give him a hard time…Right? She reassured herself. Surely they can work this out between nobles.
After sending her message, an awkward silence descended over the group. Sarah shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of Ambrose's unwavering smile. Every time she glanced at Hualing, those predatory eyes promised swift violence, forcing her to quickly look away. Marcus proved no help, seemingly finding the passing clouds endlessly fascinating.