Uzziel held Enora’s gaze with the same firmness she used to watch him from the throne. He did not lower his eyes, nor did he take a step back. It was an open challenge between them, and both knew it. Even so, he did not intend to back down.
Inside, his pulse pounded fiercely, not out of fear, but from the certainty that this moment would define the fate of too many people. If he faltered now, Lissana would pay the price.
“Your Majesty,” he finally said, breaking the sharp silence in the room. “I don’t know the true reason for your opposition. It’s true that Eren is your subject... but he is not your property. He has chosen to be with Lissana, and she has chosen him. If you separate them, I highly doubt either of them could bear it.”
Each word landed like a stone on the marble floor. Uzz
