What! Everyone was dumbfounded, even I was shocked. Princess Zyra is bolder than I had thought, claiming me as her mate?
Funny, I smirked softly at Pyrrha, and she scoffed in return.
Zyra approached me draped in a stunning red and gold dress, reminiscent of the colors of a phoenix, with shiny jewels that resembled flames. Adorning her hair was a gold tiara shaped like wings, making her look majestic and powerful, just like her tribe's legendary bird.
She was truly a beauty, I must confess.
" I told you, I'll make you mine," she smiled softly, standing a few inches away from me.
" Mother, this is the one I told you about some days ago. Didn't you promise you will make him mine at all costs? So why the long face?" she snickered, twirling her long crimson hair around her fingers.
