The Love She Needs

Narissara stepped forward, her gaze unyielding, "Spare me your pleasantries," she coldly said, the frustration of the day's defeat coloring her tone, "You have upended traditions and expectations. Tell me, what is it you plan to gain from all this turmoil?"

Asher's eyes twinkled as he slowly walked over, "I seek only what is best for all our people," he replied smoothly, "Surely, you can see the benefits of our union extend beyond mere tradition."

Narissara's eyes were steely, her resolve unshaken, "You may have charmed all the rest, Consort Asher, even my own blood," she stated, "but I see through your masquerade. You aim to exploit my daughter, to bleed our people for your own ends."

Asher's face fell into a mock frown, his tone dripping with disappointment, "Sigh, to think you see me as such a scoundrel..."