Olessia's eyes widened at what Prince Jabiaz had just suggested, and the hall filled with quiet whispers. People glanced at one another, unsure if they heard him right, unsure why he would say something so bold in front of everyone. Even Olessia struggled to understand what he truly meant.
Even though Ziven was angry at his brother, he couldn't let this happen. Ziven loved his brother, no matter how stubborn or annoying Kaive could be. They were brothers, and that bond still mattered to him.
He knew Kaive could act without thinking, especially when challenged, but this was different. Fighting Prince Jabiaz wasn't something Ziven would ever allow.
Prince Jabiaz wasn't just anybody, and everyone knew it. The northern kingdom of Ugorah wasn't an ordinary kingdom either... it was a military base, built on discipline and strength.
