Lovesick Puppy

Outside the dungeon, Dillion leaned against a cold stone wall, arms crossed as he shook his head with a smirk.

The flickering torchlight danced across his face, highlighting the amusement in his expression. "It seems like the reality of her situation hasn't caught up to her yet," he remarked, glancing at the heavy iron door Viviana had just been dragged through.

Martin let out a short chuckle, brushing a hand through his hair. "She still thinks she's at her estate, barking orders and expecting the world to bow to her whims." His tone carried a mixture of disbelief and ridicule.

Jaxon's face, however, darkened at the mention of Viviana's arrogance. Memories surfaced, memories of her sharp tongue and haughty demeanor. His voice was low and edged with bitterness. "She's always been like that," he muttered, eyes narrowing as he recalled the countless times Viviana had lorded over his family, treating his mother like she's worthless.