C2516 CHAPTER2516 A MINOR CHARACTER

Sam Moreels wore a cold expression, his eyes sharp and focused. There was no need for words; the intensity in their gazes spoke volumes, and their thoughts were racing. The air was thick with a palpable intent.

"Rest assured, Lord Advisor," Riddon declared, his voice dripping with malice. "I will ensure our King has a perfect memory of this. After all, it might be his last." His breath quickened