Darius' POV.
I could feel Sara’s hesitation the moment I reached out to grab her wrist. She pulled away just slightly, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
Her stubbornness was clear, but so was mine. I wasn’t going to face the Elders without her. Not now, not ever.
"Sara," I growled softly, stepping closer to her. “You’re coming with me. I won’t go in there without you.”
I could hear the protest forming in her throat, her lips about to argue. She was always so determined to fight my decisions, and I couldn’t blame her for it.
But this time, my patience was worn thin. She was my Luna, and where I went, she followed. I didn’t care if she liked it or not.
“I don’t need to be there for this, King Darius. You can handle the Elders without me.” Her voice was gentle but firm, though it
