Whispers of Truth

Aethelwyn, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity, watched as Dean's smirk widened, sensing that he had struck a nerve with his mention of the name. She could tell that he was enjoying the power he held in this moment, but she refused to show any vulnerability. Determined to maintain her composure, she met his mischievous gaze with a steely resolve.

Dean, crossing his arms and leaning against his chair, exuded an air of amusement. His voice carried a hint of playfulness as he responded to Aethelwyn's nervous question, relishing the tension that filled the room.

"Well, well," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "Seems like I've stumbled upon something interesting, haven't I? So, you recognize that name, huh?" He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the air.