Inside the tent, the tension was a bit heavy.
"My king, I don't think it's wise for us to carelessly make a decision about this in an instant. I believe we need more time to think over this matter. This is not something that should be decided in a rush." One of the lords said when Gavrael piped in.
"More time you say, Lord Argus… but what if we don't have much time left? I don't understand why you're still being cautious at this point. Queen Evielyn came all the way here to save our assess. She had already given us a lot of information and you still doubt her motives?"
"Your Highness," the Lord looked offended as he faced Gavrael. "You are being biased because she's your wife. But to us, she's still just a foreign queen. It's a given for us to doubt outsiders. And I only asked for more time, I didn't shun her proposal."
Gavrael smirked. His blue eyes blazing as he looked at the Lord.
