"Eilika, calm down," Damian said softly, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder, his fingers tightening slightly as he felt the tremors of her anger.
"No, I will not, Duke." She refused to back off, her gaze remaining fixated on August.
"By speaking such vile words, not only regarding Liliana but also Roman, you are proving nothing to anyone. You only prove your own hollow nature," she declared, her voice trembling with the weight of her conviction. "Have you ever asked yourself why you are so utterly alone while others are not? Have you ever truly looked at yourself? How dare you, Prince August, bring something so pathetic to a child's celebration?"
Her eyes burned with tears of hurt, but she didn't let them fall. "You speak of blood and truth, yet you have no heart. You are a shadow trying to dim a little boy's light, and I will not let you."
