Darian's proclamation hung in the air, the weight of his decision casting a shadow over the room. Ladia, who had been observing silently, spoke up, her voice edged with curiosity and a hint of defiance.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty? The mating ceremony was meant to solidify the union between you and Lady Althea. Are you certain about this decision?"
Darian's gaze was unwavering as he responded, "I am certain. The circumstances have changed, and priorities must shift accordingly."
Cassandra, standing by Darian's side, observed the exchange with a subtle intensity. Valentine, ever loyal, awaited further instructions.
Ladia, however, wasn't one to easily accept change. "Your Majesty, the dark fae won't take kindly to such a reversal. The consequences could be severe."
Darian's expression remained stoic. "I am aware of the potential consequences. The dark fae can adapt to change, and so must we. Althea's safety is my priority."
