Marquess Terrance's sudden collapse onto his knees and desperate plea for mercy sent a ripple of stunned silence through the entire hall.
Even Kyle, who had expected some measure of nervousness, was momentarily taken aback.
The Marquess was practically groveling.
"Please don't take my land, Lord Kyle,"
He begged, forehead nearly touching the polished floor.
"This territory is all I have. I'll pay whatever tax you demand, I'll hand over whatever resources you want—but please don't strip me of my title!"
Around them, the Marquess's advisors stood frozen. A few exchanged wide-eyed glances, clearly unprepared for this pitiful display.
Several others looked down, their expressions twisted in shame and growing frustration. The embarrassment was palpable.
For some, this was the moment they began questioning why they had ever decided to tie themselves to such a spineless lord.
