We're lost

As I stepped into the meeting room of Zain Castle, a rush of nervous energy swept through me, mingling with the lingering echoes of our footsteps. Zephara and I exchanged a quick glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between us as we took our seats opposite Zain's father, the king.

His gaze bore into me, intense and probing, as if he could see right through the facade I had carefully constructed. I squared my shoulders, steeling myself against the weight of his scrutiny. Despite my apprehension, I refused to let it show. I had faced far greater challenges than a stern-faced king, and I would not be cowed so easily.

"I was expecting you," he said, his voice low and measured, his words hanging heavy in the air. "And now, it seems, we have much to discuss."