"Quiet." His voice isn't loud. It's soft, steady, powerful.
Around the chamber, marble pillars crack and noble lords fall from gilded seats, mouths agape but obediently silent. Despite the weight of their gaze, Adonis stands tall.
"You... you have no right to speak of him. You who have grown complacent in his absence. You who mistake assumptions for truths. You mock him. You mock our family. But most of all, you mock yourselves. You have memories of him, I have his spirit. You have hidden in his shadow, I have learned to cast it. Do not pretend to know him, and do not pretend to know me. Think what you will. Truly," a low chuckle escapes from his lips, "I do not care. I invite you to underestimate me, as you always have." You watch a bit of tension release from his shoulders. "You are dismissed. All of you."
Adonis ignores the councilors as the room erupts into polite chaos. He looks past them all, makes eye contact with you, and together, you smile.