His words would determine their next actions, whether they would continue to seek alliances through the second princess or quietly withdraw and change their target.
Behind him, his family followed in a solemn procession. Queen Chioma walked at his side, her expression unreadable. On his other side sat the Queen Mother, her regal posture unwavering, though the tension in her features was unmistakable.
And behind them, the royal children stood in formation.
At the very front, standing tall, eyes forward, was Nnenna.
Her presence alone sent a ripple through the crowd. Just days ago, they had looked at her with admiration, whispering about her talents, praising her victories. Now, their gazes held something different, curiosity, uncertainty, and for some, thinly veiled disdain.
But she did not falter.
She had walked into this storm with her head held high, and she would not lower it now.
