Your hand tenses under the table but your face remains stoic. The Dark Lord's gaze pierces through you. "You will accompany Mattheo on his mission," Voldemort commands, his voice a sinister whisper. "Do not fail me." You swallow hard, Mattheo’s dark eyes meet yours, a challenge glinting within them. "Of course, my Lord," you reply, bowing your head in subservience, concealing the turmoil brewing inside you.