A deep voice resonated from behind Olivia's closed bedroom door, sending a wave of fear through everyone's hearts, especially the father and daughter.
"Who was that?" Lady Vivienne whispered, her voice trembling with unease. The voice felt eerily familiar, causing a chill to run down their spines.
Reluctantly, Duke Zeus called out, "Your majesty?" His suspicion lingered in the air, and the tension grew as they awaited a response.
With a weary expression, Azriel pushed open the door to Olivia's room, his handsome features overshadowed by exhaustion. Duke Zeus and Lady Vivienne froze, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Panic set in as Duke Zeus struggled to find the right words. "Your majesty, it was you in the room? I deeply apologize for disturbing you. We had no idea it was you, and..."
Azriel's gaze pierced through him, cutting off his words. "And what?" His voice held a mix of weariness and authority, leaving them all at a loss for what to say next.
