"Let me ask you something first… What would you do to convince me to change my decision?"
The King's voice thundered across the vast marble hal, reverberating off the tall stone pillars like a roar from the heavens.
It wasn't just a question.
But it was a challenge. A warning. A test of worth.
From atop his grand golden throne, he gazed down upon us, the sheer weight of his authority pressing into our chests like an invisible force.
His gaze was sharp, piercing through the distance like a blade of judgment.
"Is your daughter marrying the owner of one of the largest corporations in the world not enough for you?"
"If that's all this is about, then I could just hand you over to the Empire instead. The Empire holds far more influence than any lowborn's company could ever hope to offer me," he declared coldly, his eyes narrowing in our direction.
He was right.
The Empire of Rodonia wasn't just a power.
