Tension hung heavy in the air, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the dimly lit war room. The air crackled with the weight of unresolved emotions as Lucian and Isolde stood across from each other, their earlier discussion having escalated into a full-blown argument. The council members had wisely left them alone hours ago, sensing the brewing storm, and now the room was empty except for the two of them.
Lucian paced in front of the large oak table, his hands clenched into fists as he tried to control his temper. His sharp blue eyes flashed with frustration, and his usually calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. Across the room, Isolde stood tall and defiant, her arms crossed over her chest, her own irritation mirrored in the hard set of her jaw.
"Your methods are reckless!" Lucian growled, stopping abruptly and turning to face her. "You can't just ignore the risks because you think you're invincible!"