The great hall was resplendent.
Music, laughter, lights.
That's when…
Orne, Rana and Ida entered.
Rana marveled.
— Wow… how beautiful…
"I must admit that the servants have outdone themselves," Orne replied.
—Oh yes...
A young man approached Ida and bowed elegantly.
Neatly styled dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, noble appearance.
— Good evening, princess.
Ida immediately smiled.
—Oh...Kaelen...
— You are there, my love…
— Of course.
—You forget that I am the son of one of the noblest advisors at King Drakkar's table.
Orne observed him attentively.
—I see that...
— Tell me, young man… are you aware of what you are doing?
Kaelen placed a hand on Ida's.
— Mr. Orne…
—I love your daughter with all my heart.
—And I will never hurt him.
Ida smiles proudly.
— But… added Kaelen,
— I don't see your sister… Isolde, is that right?
Ida rolled her eyes.
"That ungrateful girl ran away from home.
Rana sighed theatrically.
—After everything we did for her...
Ida continued, falsely sad:
— Despite being half werewolf, we accepted her...
— But she humiliated us by sleeping with I don't know who…
Kaelen grimaced.
—I didn't know she was so... full of herself.
Rana adds:
—Be happy you don't have her as a girlfriend.
Kaelen nodded.
— Certainly...
At this moment...
Miria and Isolde entered the room, looking for familiar glances.
But…
— Isolde?
Ida's voice stopped her in her tracks.
She moved forward, blocking his way.
—What are you doing here?
—How did you get in?
Isolde remained calm.
"I have as much right to be here as you do.
Ida burst out laughing.
- YOU ?
—Half-werewolf?
She leaned towards her.
— Get out before I report you.
Miria immediately intervened.
—Be careful what you say...
— You might regret it.
Ida sneered.
— Do you think you impress me?
—I am the girlfriend of the son of King Drakkar's closest advisor.
Miria smiled slowly.
—And then?
—If I want to kick you out of here...
— I can do it.
- YOU ?!
Kaelen approached.
— Ida, are you okay?
- Look at !
—My sister snuck in without invitation!
—And now she and her friend are attacking me!
Kaelen stared at Isolde.
—Is that true?
Miria replied dryly:
— If you had a brain instead of the cerebellum...
—You would know who to believe.
— YOU…
— Who do you think you are?!
— It doesn't matter who I am...
— But be careful what I can do.
Orne and Rana arrived.
—What's going on here...?
Then Orne turned pale.
— Isolde...? What are you doing here?
— Do I owe you an account? she replied coldly.
"A little respect," Rana growled.
— He's your father.
— He stopped being one the day he betrayed my mother.
Ida was indignant.
— What nerve!
Isolde burst out:
— ASS?!
—You beat me, humiliated me, rejected me for years!
— And he saw everything… and DID NOTHING!
Silence.
"You threw me out in the rain.
— I disappeared for days.
—No one looked for me.
His voice trembled.
—Then why should I respect you?
A deep voice intervened:
—What's going on here?
An elegant man approached.
Black hair streaked with gray, severe red eyes.
"Dad…" Kaelen whispered.
— I am Lord Veyron, advisor to King Drakkar.
—They are intruders. Said Kaelen.
He stared at Miria.
—Is that true?
— Leave the premises.
Miria burst out laughing.
—Lord Veyron...
— Provoke me again and you will lose your title.
He frowned.
—Are you threatening me?
— Take it however you want.
—I will speak to the king about it.
—I'm looking forward to it.
Miria grabbed Isolde.
— Come on.
Walking away...
— How did you survive in a family like that…? Miria whispered.
Isolde sighed.
- Don't ask me...
— Myself... I don't understand how I held on.