Malrik POV
Just as we prepared to step forward, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed behind us. Dashira and Zenovia emerged, both visibly flustered. One glance at their ruffled appearance, and it was obvious they’d been held up at the checkpoint. How appropriate, I mused.
Aunt Dashira was long overdue for a dose of humility a reminder that her bloodline didn’t crown her royalty, no matter how high she held her chin.
She didn’t waste a second before launching into a tirade.
"Those guards were insufferable," she snapped, her voice laced with outrage. "They inspected every vehicle, even after we made it clear we were under your banner."
Her eyes were fixed on me, demanding validation. But I offered none. The guards were doing their job, and frankly, the inconvenience might've done her s
