Tamnarasi's jaw clenched. She hated the question because the answer was uncertain. She was powerful, possibly powerful enough to win in a direct fight. But "winning" might mean reducing the entire area to rubble.
"I will resolve this issue myself," Wymar continued.
"Give me authority to mediate, and I promise you a solution that doesn't require bloodshed in the streets of Cahns'ar."
"Your Highness—"
"I need to deal with this today," Tamnarasi stated firmly. But seeing the expression of defiance on Jolthar's face, she got angry quickly.
"Right now. I will not have some upstart baron thinking he can defy imperial authority and simply walk away because a mage asked nicely."
She raised her sword again, this time gripping it with both hands in a combat stance.
"Jolthar Kaezhlar, you will come with me immediately, or I will take you by force."
The plaza went silent.
Everyone understood they were witnessing the moment before violence erupted.
Jolthar's expression shifted.
