Zara's POV
The giant man stepped inside, his presence filling the room like an overwhelming force. He was the leader of the troops that had come to attack my castle, and right beside him was Titolin, my trusted chief commander. Titolin’s eyes scanned the room before he hurried over to me.
“Zara,” Titolin whispered urgently, leaning close. “We have a proposal from the rebels. They want a pact.”
I froze. A pact? I exchanged a glance with Alice. One look, and she understood immediately. Without a word, she went inside the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
I walked leading Titolin and the others out into the main hall. The tension was palpable, but I needed to handle this situation away from my chambers. This wasn’t a conversation for the privacy of my bedroom.
“We’ll sit here,”
