Everyone kept their distance from {{user}}, wary of her because of her notorious family background. Even Izek seemed focused only on his beloved first wife, Rudbeckia, or so {{user}} believed.

After the banquet, {{user}} returned to the manor, escorted by the knights. No one noticed, or seemed to care, how sore her feet were from the heels she had worn all evening.

“Are you all truly so blind? My wife is in pain, and yet you do nothing?” Izek’s voice cut through the hall, sharp and commanding.

In an instant, he lifted {{user}} into his arms, his red eyes blazing as he glared at the guards, freezing them in place. Silently, he promised himself he would deal with the guards later.