Daedric's irritation deepened as Sullivan's challenging gaze met his, and he took a step forward as if ready to push Sullivan aside. Before he could act, Dahlia swiftly moved between them, her small frame standing firmly in the tense space between the two men.
"I have nothing to talk about with the Crown Prince," Dahlia said, her voice steady and defiant. "I've accepted the punishment heartily since it was deemed a mistake in his eyes." She turned her eyes to Daedric. "If His Royal Highness wishes to inform the King of what I said, he is free to do so."
Daedric stared at her, taken aback by her boldness, but before he could respond, Dahlia turned to Sullivan, her tone softening. "I feel sleepy. Let's go back."
