[Some time earlier, while the Cassians were at the Small Court…]
King Caius looked at the young prince before him, his eyes blazing with fury as he processed the request.
"Just what are you thinking, exactly?!" His voice thundered through the otherwise silent chamber.
Callis, who stood some distance away, trembled and quickly bowed her head, unable to meet her father's gaze.
Kiev, whose demand had sparked the uproar, remained composed, though his expression was solemn.
"If you're not interested in this marriage, then what was the point of bringing the Khasif here in the first place?" the king roared.
Callis pressed her lips together. No wonder her brother had been so adamant about returning to Semeta as soon as possible.
Turned out, Kiev had a plan all along. A plan no one had expected—to dissolve his betrothal to Anna.
"This is her home. Her place is among us. Of course I need to bring her back," the Mederian prince replied, seemingly unfazed by his father's anger.
