Aseira remained calm, her piercing eyes focused on the path ahead. She understood their fury—the Vanthiers were a noble family of great standing, well-respected in the kingdom. But to everyone's shock, it had been their son, hidden within the folds of the crowd, who had orchestrated the attack. Only a few hours ago, Alex had confronted the boy after the chaos of the failed assassination, and the truth had come to light. The Vanthier son, driven by ambition and greed, had hired mercenaries to disrupt Brittany's coronation. Now, the entire family was under suspicion.
As they approached the gates of the Vanthier estate, Aseira raised her hand, signaling the guards to halt. The residence was grand, adorned with ivy-covered walls and an imposing wrought iron gate that loomed before them. Servants peered anxiously from the windows, clearly unnerved by the sight of so many armed men and angry citizens at their doorstep.
