Aerinwyn Rhaenys Elaryon
"You should, Amelia," someone else's voice interjected.
Approaching us with a disdainful demeanor, Lykhor Elaryon cast a condescending gaze upon me.
"He insulted Sancta Vedelia and derided it, thereby affronting all the esteemed higher races of Sancta Vedelia, including the Great Houses and, by extension, the Dolphis House—your House," Lykhor stated with a smirk.
Glancing at Alvara, who continued to dine unaffectedly, I found her indifference perplexing.
"Where are you looking, Half?" Lykhor sneered at me. "Those without status should learn their place."
"I would appreciate it if you would stop disrespecting my fiancé, Lykhor."
I widened my eyes in surprise as Elizabeth approached me.
"Amael is my fiancé and, consequently, a member of the Tepes House," she added.
Lykhor shifted his gaze to Elizabeth. "So, you support his earlier statements?"
"I support my fiancé," Elizabeth responded with a stern look.