The training ground had grown unusually quiet, the earlier sounds of sparring and movement now faded into the distance, leaving behind an awkward, tense stillness as Mira, Serena, and Damon stood facing one another, the air between them carrying a weight that neither side was willing to ease.
Damon's gaze remained fixed on Serena as he repeated calmly, his voice steady but edged with intent, "Who won't be able to escape… young duchess?"
Serena did not step back, nor did her expression falter, her composure holding firm as she met his gaze directly.
"Of course I was talking about Mira," she replied, her tone controlled but sharp, "and don't even think she would go anywhere with you."
A quiet smile formed on Damon's face, subtle yet unmistakable, as he tilted his head slightly.
"Since when are our matters decided by you?" he asked, his voice carrying a lightness that did nothing to hide the underlying edge.
Serena let out a short, dismissive laugh.
