The Chief's eyes were clouded with a mix of anger and grief, but before he could protest, Hana leaned in closer.
"But I am not taking him for free. So, here is my proposition," she said. "I will help you get better. I have a medicine that can knit your skin back together and purge the poison from your blood. If you are strong and healthy again, you won't need to cling to Kulu. You can lead your tribe. You can make more heirs with your own females. You won't be a dying man watching his son walk away; you'll be a King standing on his own two feet again."
The Chief stared at the white pill in her fingers. He was a beast of instinct, and right now, his instinct was screaming for survival.
"You would... give this to me?" he asked.
"For a price," Hana murmured, though the system had already rewarded her. "The price is Kulu's total freedom. He belongs to my nest now. No more 'prince' duties. No more 'Saint' nonsense. Do we have a deal?"
