The murmurs were instantly hushed by Roxy's declaration.
How dare they belittle her as weak?
She was more ruthless than their king! The other females quickly lowered their heads in fear.
Roxy was not someone they wouldn't want to mess with.
Roxy stood there, her simple blue dress stained with Nala's blood, her finger pointing at the spot where the Tiger noble had been dragged away. The threat of "flesh for stew" hung in the air, grotesque and terrifying.
"She speaks of consuming a high-born!" an elder Tiger official gasped, stepping forward from the crowd. He was shaking in both fear and rage.
"My King! This female... She is savage! She has no decorum! You cannot allow this outsider to dictate the fate of our blood!"
"She is not an outsider," Torian's voice cut through the murmurs like a blade of ice.
He descended the final step of the dais. His eyes dead set on only Roxy.
