King Zul's expression was calm, but there was a sharp edge to his voice.
"For now… Prince Zohar will have to stay in the dungeon," King Zul said slowly. "He is not from this tribe. He is from another, and the only reason he was allowed here was because he was meant to be my son-in-law. That was the only justification for his presence."
Nolan's gaze remained steady, his hand lightly resting on Linda's shoulder, protective yet composed.
"Yes," King Zul continued, voice firm, "and she… she is with him now."
Celia looked at Linda, her tone soft but commanding. "And the only reason I am allowing this—or refraining from interfering—is because this is your moment. You are in your own tribe now. Your people, your home. This is your time to stand, Linda."
Linda's face flushed slightly, her arms crossed tightly. "Just… shut up," she snapped, her voice sharp and unwavering.
