Your Deeds Will Be Your Downfall

The festive atmosphere was instantly shattered, replaced by a palpable sense of dread, confusion, and disbelief.

Drakar's gaze shifted towards Lysandra, who quickly composed herself, masking the storm of emotions brewing within her. 

He addressed her with a regretful sigh, "Lysandra, I hope you don't mind that I ruined a festive mood like this. But I have to let King Asher know how sincere I am."

Lysandra, maintaining her cool facade, simply nodded as she saw him get up and walk towards the front of the platform.

Her eyes briefly met Droco's, who weakly raised his head in a feeble attempt to see her. 

His eyes, though not directly meeting hers, let Lysandra know what he was trying to say…No matter what happens, pretend to not know him.

Rhygar, sitting beside Lysandra, leaned in and whispered with a mix of curiosity and ignorance, "Mother, who is this peasant? Why did Father bring him to a place like this?"