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"Annoying!" the count muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the steward in the distance, still locked in combat with his sons. Every clash echoed through the courtyard, a public display he could not rein in.
That old head was supposed to keep things from spiraling, a quiet anchor of authority. Instead, he was laughing it off, trading blows with children like this was some sparring match, pride outweighing discipline.
"Hey, it's not my fault you decided to sic your daughter on honored guests," Minister Fin said from the side, his tone dripping with mockery, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos.
Zeke had already smashed through several buildings while besieging Liana, fists crashing down with little regard for what stood beneath them. Stone and ice lay in ruins, the scars of the clash impossible to ignore, guards too afraid to intervene.
