The tension between Melissa and the Grand Duchess was palpable, and it didn't go unnoticed.
Nobles and knights alike whispered among themselves, speculating whether a fight would break out between the two women.
Some even placed quiet bets, amused by the unspoken war of dominance playing out before them.
However, no such fight occurred.
After exchanging a few more pointed looks, Melissa and Amanda went their separate ways, though the atmosphere remained thick with unresolved animosity.
Melissa returned to Bruce's side, her emotions churning.
She didn't even hesitate before reaching for another glass of wine, downing it in one go.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, watching her pour herself another.
"Are you sure you should keep drinking?"
He asked.
Melissa didn't bother looking at him as she responded.
"You're the one who told me to do something for our young master. I did it. Now I drink."
Bruce considered stopping her but then sighed and leaned back in his chair.
