The throne hall remained in heavy silence, the weight of Leah's ultimatum lingering like a storm cloud even after she had gone from everyone's sight.
Zion stood motionless, his face filled with conflict and turmoil. Fiona, barely holding back tears, kept her distance, giving him the space he needed.
Azzy finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady.
"Zion, your mother's conditions were harsh, but her plight is true," he said, looking at his son. "This is your life, your love, Zion. Fiona."
Zion turned to meet his father's gaze. The struggle was evident in his eyes, torn between duty and desire. Azzy stood and walked closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Both of you will have to fight for it. No matter the decision you make, I'll support it. I'll fight Leah if I have to."
