“Whose help is it that you need now?” I gritted my teeth, biting back the response that surged up my throat. “You were supposed to help me bring back the heir, help me save our people.” He shook his head. “You have defied me at every turn, and now you expect me to clean up your mess?” “It’s not my mess,” I snapped back, my words heated. “This is yours. This rebellion was supposed to be about freedom, about justice, but all you do is use people as pawns, sacrificing them for your own ambition.”
