The room went completely silent.
Dron felt Tempest's body tense beside him the second the words left her mouth. She had said what no one else in the room seemed brave enough to say, and though every instinct in him wanted to pull her behind him and protect her from whatever would come next, another part of him was overwhelmed with pride. Tempest had stood in front of the most powerful men on Thraqe and told them that they didn't deserve to rule. There had been no hesitation in her voice. No sign that she cared about the danger she could be placing herself in. Dron tightened his hand against her waist, not to stop her from speaking again, but to remind her that he was still there. If anyone in that room tried to move against her, he would tear through every guard, royal, and military alpha standing between them and the door.
