Duncan regarded her for a moment, his expression inscrutable, before a smirk played across his lips. "Rise, my child," he commanded in a voice that resonated with authority. "You need not grovel before me."
Elena obeyed, rising to her feet with a mixture of awe and trepidation. She dared to meet Duncan's gaze, her eyes filled with reverence and a touch of fear.
Duncan turned his gaze towards Elena, his expression unreadable as he spoke. "Explain to me, Elena," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, "what is the meaning of this gathering?"
An evil grin spread across Elena's face as she pointed accusingly at Reggie and the rest of the group. "My lord," she began, her voice dripping with malice, "these traitors conspired against me, seeking to thwart my plans and undermine my authority. They must be punished for their treachery."