Chapter 100: THE ART OF PERSUASION

Xina didn’t want to meet with the centaurs. She had no idea what to say, and the thought of discussing territories and politics made her anxious. She felt completely unprepared, imagining herself looking foolish in front of the formidable centaur leaders. And to make things worse, she was still fuming over what Canan had said to her the day before. His words lingered in her mind like a persistent itch, making it impossible for her to shake off her anger. But her irritation was interrupted by an unexpected sight the moment she opened her eyes that morning—Archer’s face hovering just inches from hers. He was nudging her cheek gently, trying to wake her up. “What are you doing here!?” Xina yelped, rolling away from him and immediately checking herself to ensure she hadn’t drooled in her sleep. Thankfully, her face was dry. She wiped her mouth just in case and then glared at him. “How did you get in here?” “My apologies, my lady,” Sullivan rushed into the room, followed by Mary and Ann,