"You have just said people from cursed nations are not welcome here," Nelera countered. Her brows lowered, setting a disappointed countenance on her.
Prince Jules shook his head once, and flushed. "Yes, but I am sure it will not pose a threat to keep only you. Nelera, you may stay. And for you, I will send your people off with two years of resources to establish themselves on another island. Or in a country, somewhere. I will even accompany you to visit them every few years." The prince stumbled over his words. Planting promises that might appease my sister so he can keep her.
Anger strummed my veins. Pulled and snapped back each one so that I was stiff with hostility. The gall he had.
His attempts were useless. Nelera was not allured by his words. Her duty was to her people first. She stepped away from him, dropping her hands from his.
