Duke Azeron stood silent. He could feel the weight of everyone's gazes on him, even the Barons were watching, waiting for the Duke's counter.
What would he say? What would he do?
While Azeron maintained an expressionless face, in his mind he was laughing his lungs out. He had no personal issue or longstanding feud with Duke Rhydion Silvershade, but it seemed the man wanted him to suffer some form of loss during this royal party.
'Since he proposed it, let's make a killing this time, shall we?' Azeron thought with a hidden smirk, already counting the amount of money he was about to win in his mind.
His thoughts, however, remained buried deep within. On the outside, his face remained completely still, cold, unreadable, and devoid of any emotion.
Just when it seemed like Duke Azeron wasn't going to speak, his lips finally parted.
"Fifty percent."
The entire room froze at his words.
