Jiona stood her ground, her fiery gaze clashing with her mother's cold stare. The silence was almost tangible, as if it was the only thing holding them both back from physically assaulting each other.
"You're going to exchange my son for a seat at the magic university for his sister?" she asked incredulously.
Rovena, her mother, stood on the other side of the room with her arms crossed tightly against her chest. "You are being irrational," she replied, her voice laced with annoyance.
"The king of Ayroth kingdom's has offered to trade the seat for your son. It's a fair exchange, and it will ensure a bright future for our Kingdom."
Jiona shook her head in disbelief. "How can you even suggest such a thing? You're trading away your own grandson for some university seat?"
Rovena's eyes narrowed. "Don't be naïve, Jiona. This is how the world works. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good."
