Adrian was in the main hall when a sudden crash echoed through the air.
The room fell into a murmur of confused voices.
A sinking feeling gripped his chest.
He had seen Ariana heading in that direction just moments ago.
His pulse quickened as he pushed toward the gathering crowd.
Then came a furious roar that silenced the hall.
"What the hell did you do to my son?!"
The King's voice thundered as he, like the others, stared at the scene before him—his son lay motionless on the floor, shards of broken glass scattered around, his face bloodied and eyes shut.
Adrian's gaze sharpened. He knew Ariana wouldn't lose control without reason. If Edward was hurt, then he must've done something to deserve it.
As he forced his way through the throng, the King gave a sharp command:
"What are you standing around for?! Seize her!"
Adrian moved without hesitation, appearing before Ariana in an instant, a blade gleaming in his hand.
