Without looking at Ramose, Versailles knew that he understood her meaning. She kept her gaze trained on the crowd, lifting her head higher, her enchanting voice resounded through the wide stadium as she continued where she left off.
"The supreme elder said that my mating with the werewolf might prove to be a bane for the Nar realm races. However, whether that will happen or not is a matter that will be found out later. Right now, the supreme elder is forcing me to choose between the Snake clan and the Werewolf clan.
But like I said, this is not a realm, where every races' wishes and desires will be taken into consideration and fulfilled, where every race gets a say in the way things will be run in the realm. No, this is not a realm with laws and rules. This is anarchy. And here, there are no rules and everything goes.
