"The Doisle tribe have made a decision." Nuela remained unfazed by my outburst as a dagga materialized from somewhere, putting me on edge instantly.
"And does that decision include murdering your king?" I spat even as my eyes went around searching for more figures I could not have seen before, but Nuela merely laughed before wrapping her hand on the shiny thing.
"As brave as the Doisle tribe is, we both know we could never be successful with such an undertaking, my king. We have barely started thriving." Barely was an understatement with how far the tribe had come over the years, but I was not about to argue as thoughts on whether the tribe had truly considered murdering its king flooded my mind.
"Such has never at one point crossed our minds." As if able to read my mind, Nuela scoffed
