Chapter 12
Severance
The two serfs clasped their hands together, trembling like souls dragged before the final judgment. They had spent their entire lives in obscurity, never imagining they would stand before someone so noble—yet here she was. Fear gripped them like an iron vice, twisting their insides until they felt faint.
Liliette understood their terror all too well. Their trembling, their inability to meet her gaze—it mirrored a day from her own childhood when she had been barely half her current height.
“Raise your heads and stand up,” she instructed.
The serfs exchanged uncertain glances without moving. Suddenly, a sharp crack shattered the silence—Valks had slammed his fist into the wall, the force reverberating through the chamber.
“Ah! S-Sorry, sir!” one of the serfs stammered, scrambling to obey.
