Eijar felt her blood boil at the crude accusation he bellowed before the entire court of monstrosities. She looked utterly fragile, and the grim reality was that she truly was. She despised feeling helpless to the point where she wished she could burrow into the dark soil and hide her face from the world forever.
Jaffar stood frozen, entirely unsure of how to navigate the unfolding nightmare. Isiah was actively freezing to death on his back, and Eijar's physical state was rapidly deteriorating. She was acting completely out of character, stripped of her usual stoic demeanor simply by standing in the presence of this ruthless dark creature.
Her sole focus was expediting this encounter so she would not have to endure his sickening presence a second longer than necessary.
"Are you bedding both of these mages?" Zahir Akrabag repeated in a booming roar, a voice that instantly shattered the fragile courage Eijar had painstakingly built over years of accompanying Lucas Duncan.
