The moment the doors shut behind the Riendfeld leaving figures with some elders who were not interested, Helen exhaled sharply.
She hadn't spoken since the decision had been made, but now that only trusted individuals remained, her frustration finally surfaced.
Her eyes flicked between her father and Yenna, the two people she respected most, and yet—
"Why are we letting them go?" Her voice carried an edge of disbelief. "Won't this just make it easier for them to take control of the outer provinces and declare independence?"
Her father, the former Chancellor, sighed as he had expected this reaction and before before he could answer, the oldest man in the room—the true power behind the Federation—spoke first.
He chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound, shaking his head as though Helen were a child throwing a tantrum. "Little Helen, you're far too old and powerful to be losing your composure like this."