"So I'm the traitor now, huh?" Frey let out a soft chuckle, but his killing intent surged, blanketing Aegon and everyone who had gathered around him.
"There's a fundamental difference between us, Aegon. If I wanted you all dead… you would be."
If he truly were the traitor, half the elite class would've fallen before they even realized what was happening.
"Then do it."
Even under Frey's pressure, Aegon didn't flinch.
In that moment, Frey was ready to cut him down—ready to clash with the entire elite class if that's what it took to silence the serpent that had hissed in his ear for far too long.
Snow Lionheart saw it clearly. His counterpart was about to make a move he couldn't take back.
And so, Snow resolved to stop him.
Ghost, Danzo, and Sansa all followed, bracing themselves for what could be the beginning of a disaster.
But—just before it could all spiral into chaos…
