"What can I offer you that might change your mind?" Asher finally asked, willing to probe every avenue, aware that the survival of his kingdom might well depend on the outcome of this conversation.
Lakhur narrowed his eyes as he regarded Asher, his gaze sharp and piercing.
The weight of decades of grief and bitterness seemed to harden his features as he spoke, his voice resonating with a deep, cold intensity,
"Offer me? I know you are young and weren't there when it happened. But even then, how could you have the face to ask for my kingdom's help after everything I gave for your kingdom? There is nothing you could offer to compensate for what my kingdom lost," Lakhur's accusation hung heavy between them, echoing off the old walls.
