Daniel lifted his gaze, eyes locked on hers. His hand rested on his thigh, curled into a tight fist, while his mind churned with mounting frustration.
'Ten gold coins? Are you fucking serious,' he thought, pushing himself up from the chair without a word.
Daniel turned toward the exit. Tina picked up the quill and began writing on the parchment, but as he took a step forward, he suddenly spun around and bolted toward the treatment room.
"Hey!" Tina shouted, springing to her feet.
But it was too late.
Daniel had already stormed into the room. Before him sat a woman behind a polished dark wooden table, her hand moving steadily across the parchment with a quill.
She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze.
"Are you Lady Gavina?" Daniel asked.
She nodded softly. "Yes."
Meanwhile, Tina burst into the room and grabbed Daniel's wrist, pulling with all her strength. But to her surprise, she couldn't move him.
