You Don't Get to Decide That
Kyra's brows drew together slightly. "Then say it," she said, more firmly now. "Don't leave us guessing."
Nova finally shifted, just a fraction. "You've already made up your mind," she added, her tone low, controlled. "So why hesitate?"
Leon didn't answer immediately.
His gaze lowered for a brief moment, as if weighing something unseen, before lifting again—steady, unshaken.
Ronan stepped slightly forward.
"My king…"
His tone carried caution now.
"Whatever you are planning… it is better said openly."
Stillness came first. Then he moved, one foot then the other, measuring each inch like it mattered. Closer now, his frame upright - careful, not yielding. This moment held its breath. Never before had he stood so firm.
This moment carried weight beyond what he said. Standing taller, a flicker of worry edged into his gaze instead of just duty.
