"It stopped being private when you made it a public spectacle," Jolthar replied calmly. He stopped a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "And from where I'm standing, it looks less like a conversation and more like harassment."
Tyren's face flushed darker. "Who the hell are you to—" He stopped mid-sentence as recognition dawned. "Wait. You're that baron. The one from the papers. Kaezhlar."
"I am," Jolthar confirmed. "And you're Lord Tyren Saeona, a man currently causing a scene by grabbing a woman who clearly wants nothing to do with you. How about you let go of her arm before this gets more embarrassing for you than it already is?"
The crowd had gone quieter now, sensing the shift in dynamics. Several people whispered Jolthar's name, clearly recognizing him from recent headlines.
"This is between me and my wife," Tyren insisted, though his grip on Elmesona's wrist loosened slightly. "You have no right to interfere."
