Inside one of the sealed halls—
Whoosh!
Renara materialized in a swirl of wind and authority, the long silken folds of her robes fluttering slightly from the residual momentum. Behind her appeared Robin, stepping out of thin air with a calm that bordered on arrogance.
"Could you perhaps show a modicum of respect in front of my court, Robin Burton?" Her tone was sharp, yet controlled—like a blade sheathed in velvet. "How dare you utter my name so casually, stripped of title or honorific, in front of all my elders and palace guards?"
Robin merely folded his arms across his chest, one eyebrow raised in what could only be described as amused contempt.
"You're offended that I speak your name without ceremony—yet you let your followers drag my soldiers in chains across your courtyard like criminals? The irony is rich."
Renara's eyes narrowed as she pointed back toward the shattered gates.
