Priscilla stormed into her grandfather's chambers, her footsteps echoing through the room. "Grandpa, what's going on?" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage. "Everyone's whispering that Davina's chosen Prince Jayden. Is it true?" Her eyes blazed with fury, her gaze piercing her grandfather's calm demeanor.

Elder James' face remained impassive, but a flicker of tension danced in his eyes. "Priscilla, calm down and let's discuss this" he began, his tone measured.

But Priscilla wouldn't be ...