Yohana made her way back to the King's wing, her anger replaced by a nagging sense of guilt. She realized she had stumbled into a part of his past he kept under lock and key, and a formal apology felt like the only way to settle the tension.
But as she reached the entrance was replaced by the sounds of a violent struggle.
"Who is Madeline?" she whispered to herself, catching a name through the chaos. She rushed inside, stopping dead at the sight of Iskander and Marvin locked in a brutal confrontation. Both men were bloodied, their clothes disheveled from what clearly had been a mutual physical assault.
"What are you doing?" she shouted, her voice echoing off the high walls as she ran toward them.
Iskander had his arm pulled back, his knuckles white and ready to bury another punch into his younger brother's jaw. Yohana didn't think; she threw herself between them, shielding Marvin with her own body.
