After finishing my talk with Maya's parents about getting their permission, I shifted gears toward the real reason I'd come here. It wasn't just about greetings or formalities at this point, because this part was the core of my visit, something that could change everything if it went the way I hoped.
Of course, they weren't the ones who held the final say in the matter. The one who did was Trill's father—the king of the Beast Kingdom. Though honestly, calling it a "kingdom" was kind of misleading. Trill's father only ruled his own tribe, the Feliann Clan, but because of his influence and power, people naturally referred to him as the ruler of all beastfolk. Still, titles aside, it mattered what the others thought. Getting their thoughts first would make what came next go a whole lot smoother.
"I want to ask you something," I said, breaking the silence.
