The silence in the great hall was suffocating.The nobles hadn’t dared move. Fenrir stood still, tense beneath the Emperor’s gaze.Then came the voice—quiet, amused, deadly:“Tell me, Fenrir…” Vladimiros tilted his head, a slow grin curling on his lips. “How much do you hate your sister?”Fenrir blinked. His lips parted slightly, as if the question itself had struck him harder than any sword.“I…” he began, searching for the right words. “Your Majesty, I don’t hate her.”“Mm.” Vladimiros stepped closer, his grin not reaching his eyes. “You don’t hate her.”He circled Fenrir slowly, the way a predator might stalk an injured animal, gaze sharp and calculating. “Then let’s call it what it is—obsession, perhaps?”Fenrir stiffened.“You watch her,” Vladimiros continued, his tone light. “You chase her from court to court, insult her in public, and provoke her until her hands shake with rage. Sounds less like concern… and more like a man who can't stand that she exists without needing you.”
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-07-21
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