"What does she think she's doing?!"
The Second Duchess of Galehart, Mira Galehart, suddenly stood from her seat.
Her expression had completely changed.
The calmness she had maintained while watching the festival was gone, replaced by panic that she could no longer hide. Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at the fighting platform, where her daughter, Elena, was gathering more Cognis than her body should have been able to handle.
"We should stop her now!"
She waved her hand toward the Duke of Galehart's close Guard, the leader of the strongest force within the Galehart military units.
The Night Gales.
The man remained standing several seats away, his eyes fixed on the stage.
Mira turned toward him.
"Stop her now!"
"Calm down, Mira."
The First Duchess of Galehart spoke calmly.
She remained seated, her posture straight and composed as she looked at Duchess Mira.
"You are overreacting."
"Overreacting?"
Mira stared at her in disbelief.
