Going to the Eastern continent had been eventful.
Eventful in more ways than I'd thought possible.
And this conversation was proving to be one of the more challenging parts.
"Seol-ah, your father ordered this," I said, keeping my voice firm despite the way her golden eyes blazed with defiance.
"Ha, pulling out that card now?" She smacked her forehead in frustration, her black hair catching the afternoon light streaming through the window. "My home burns and you want me to leave? To abandon everything I've sworn to protect?"
The pain in her voice cut deeper than any blade. I could see the conflict tearing at her—duty to family warring with loyalty to her homeland, the practical wisdom of survival battling against her fierce pride. Seol-ah had never been one to retreat, even when retreat was the wisest course.
"Your home needs you alive to rebuild it," I said, stepping closer. "Not dead defending ashes."
