Syria’s POV
I finally snapped.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I straightened myself, pulling away from him. He was shocked from what I did. He looked up at me.
“Syria, what’s wrong?” he asked, staring at me with confusion in his eyes.
I met his stare. Mines were steady and unblinking.
My voice came out firm when I spoke with authority.
“Prepare my most trusted warriors and soldiers.”
He blinked at me.
“What? Why? What are you going to do? What are you thinking?”
“Just trust me on this,” I said. My tone left no room for argument.
He studied me for a long time, like he was trying to read my thoughts. Then, finally, he sighed in defeat and straightened his posture.
“If that’s what you wish, then I will command it.”
“Thank you.” I said, my voice calmer now.
I’ve had enough o
