Ana Sofia watched as Ralthone stormed off, her heart racing in her chest. She turned to Wesleynard, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I should go after him there is no need for us all to have so much animosity."
She began rising from her seat when Wesleynard firmly pressed her shoulder, "Don't mind what he thinks." He said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her body as a warning. She nodded slowly, still uncertain.
"It's alright, Your Majesty. Let's focus on the task at hand." Natalia interjected; her eyes trained on Ralthone as he left the tent.
