"That would not be right, Your Royal Highness," Dahlia said gently. "My happiness is not what you should be concerned with; instead, you must prioritize your own."
"Why don't you take a seat, Dahlia?" Daedric suggested, gesturing to the chair beside him.
"It is time for the Crown Prince's meal. I would not wish to delay it on my account," she replied firmly, her gaze soft but resolute.
"I am not hungry at the moment," he said, dismissing her concern with a calm smile.
Dahlia hesitated, questioning the propriety of joining him. But Daedric has come here to assist Sullivan. I must tread carefully, she reasoned. In the end, I hope to secure support for Sullivan. If not from all the princes, then at least from the Crown Prince. With a quiet sigh, she took her seat, agreeing to have a conversation with him.
