“You’ll do what?” King Theron asks, though his smile grows wider.
“Free them, I accept... I‘ll marry one of your sons!” I tell him.
“You accept?” the King questions.
“She said she did now let the underage girls go, father!” King Regan orders. He pays his son no mind, and King Regan stomps across the stage, stopping at the steps.
“Free them!”
“No! Zirah here doesn’t get to keep changing her mind, she chose this.” the king states, his eyes on me. Lyon shakes his head and steps forward.
“No, father, these are girls, children!. I am not that kind of f*****g monster. Regan is right, she agreed. So let them go!” King Theron looks at Lyon and then Zeke. Zeke shrugs, uncaring, and I grit my teeth, turning my gaze to him.
“They’ll all die anyway, so what does it matter?” Zeke says, and Kin
