Chapter 1124

Frederick held Augustine’s thunderous glare without flinching, his own gaze calm and unmoved, not even the faintest hint of fear clouding his expression. Just then, the soft clink of ornaments broke the tension. From the inner chambers emerged Naira Krew, her tiny bound feet adorned with delicate gold chains and jade charms that chimed gently with each hurried step. She wore a fine silk robe embroidered with peonies, and despite her age, her poise carried the dignity of someone long accustomed to influence. She reached Augustine’s side and lightly tugged at his sleeve, her voice a soft murmur of gentle reproach. "Master," she said with an indulgent smile, "Frederick only just came home. Must you look at him like that? You’ll scare the poor boy half to death." Then her eyes turned to Frederick and Hazel, her features warming with genuine kindness. "Frederick, dear, you know how fiery your granduncle’s temper can be. Don’t take it to heart." Frederick said nothing. What was there to take