{Third Person}
"So, Father is planning the banquet himself," Zarek said calmly. "Interesting."
The servant lowered his head, not daring to speak further.
Zarek's fingers tapped lightly against the armrest as his thoughts moved elsewhere, toward the plan already taking shape.
Slowly, a cold smile appeared on his face. "It changes nothing," he said at last.
The servant looked up slightly.
Zarek's eyes hardened. "Nothing will stop me from achieving what I want."
His voice remained calm, but there was something chilling beneath it now.
"The banquet will still happen," he continued quietly. "And Alexander and his little human bride will still drink what is prepared for them."
The room seemed colder after that.
The servant immediately lowered his head again. "Yes, Your Highness."
Zarek waved him away dismissively. As soon as the man left, Zarek leaned back fully into his seat and stared ahead in silence.
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