Leadership

"I do not understand," Timur said as he tried to process his father's words. "Why would I have a problem if I did not do it? I am as angry as you that Princess Mairwen is hurt!"

"I doubt that very much. You are the one who benefits from the princess being unable to shoot her bow." Renat spat.

"If you did not do it, then you surely know who did," Devrim added. Although his words were calm, it was clear that his anger bubbled just below the surface.

Mairwen looked at the two men with Timur. The first looked angry that the Chieftain's son had been accused, but the second was inching his way to the tent's exit. The movement was noticed by Orhan as well.

"Qulu!" Orhan called.

The young man froze with a crooked grin. "Yes, Chieftain?"

The Chieftain motioned the short man forward and furrowed his brow. "You have been very quiet. Normally you would jump to Timur's defense before he could get out a single word."

Qulu became serious. Knowing all eyes were upon him, he held his nose high in the