Besides, the territory-wide conference meeting would stretch on for days, maybe weeks, until a viable solution for the kingdom's growing problem could be found. Every decision made now would shape how much trust and support the citizens would extend to the Royal Court in these uncertain times.
"Mila, you know we can't do that, right?" Addison said softly. She wanted to explain, wanted Mila to understand the greater stakes involved, but the look on Mila's face silenced her.
Mila's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her expression pained and as if Addison had betrayed her, as if Addison had just personally condemned her and thrown her in a pit to die. Her lips trembled before she spun on her heel and bolted out of the room.
"Mila, please... let me explain—" Addison's voice barely echoed into the hallway. Mila was already gone, unwilling to listen.
To Mila, Addison had just signed her death warrant with her own hand. And in that moment, her pain turned bitter.
