Thaurion sneered, his fury boiling over. "Then watch your sons perish, starting with Jian Ci. I will tear that little bastard limb from limb, and I will make you watch."
Seraphyne's eyes glinted, her tone mocking. "You would have to find him first."
Thaurion growled, his voice breaking into a roar. "Find that fucking brat!"
The guardians moved instantly, turning to leave the hall to carry out his command. But before they could step beyond the threshold, Stannis moved. He unbuttoned his uniform jacket with deliberate calm, stepping into their path.
He stood tall, imposing, his expression unfazed, his aura steady as iron.
Thaurion's eyes narrowed, his expression turning cold. "Stannis… you dare defy me? I am your imperial lord."
Stannis did not speak. He simply stood there, a wall of defiance, his silence louder than any words.
