"Your Highness, are you certain it's safe for you to travel to the Wonjon Tribe?" Nylie asked, her voice laced with worry as her brows furrowed in deep concern.
Dahlia glanced at her reassuringly. "Yes, Nylie. Sullivan will be with me," she replied calmly, as if the mere presence of her trusted guard was enough to dispel any doubt.
"But Your Highness, that's enemy territory," Nylie pressed, her tone growing more anxious. "What if something goes wrong? The Wonjon Tribe has never been friendly toward us. You're walking into danger. Why not stay behind, let Prince Sullivan handle it?" The tension in her voice mirrored the growing anxiety in her heart.
Dahlia smiled faintly, though there was a determination in her eyes. "Sullivan wants me to accompany him. I don't want him to go alone either. Moreover, I see it more as an adventure," she pronounced.
