Chapter 136 - The Thorne Legacy and a Desperate Choice

The air in the room grew thick with tension as Alistair's words hung between us. Alaric had released his grip on the butler's lapels, but remained standing close, his breathing heavy with barely controlled emotion.

"What secret?" Alaric demanded again, his voice dangerously low. "What could possibly justify your betrayal?"

I moved to Alaric's side, placing a gentle hand on his arm. The muscle beneath my fingers was rigid with tension.

Alistair straightened his disheveled clothing with trembling hands. The proud, dignified butler I had known was gone, replaced by an old man bowed under the weight of decades of deception.

"Your Grace," he began, his voice unsteady. "The Thorne legacy... it's built on blood."

"All noble houses have violence in their past," Alaric countered dismissively.

Alistair shook his head slowly. "Not like this. The first Duke of Thorne didn't earn his title through loyalty to the crown as history records. He seized it through treachery and mass murder."