The room felt heavier after Elias spoke, as if the walls themselves understood what was coming.
Elias leaned back slightly, fingers interlaced, his tone measured but honest.
"When the King of Myrenholde arrives in two months, it will not be… pleasant.
I tilted my head. "They are not known for diplomacy?"
A corner of his mouth twitched. "They are known for arrogance, impatience, and a tendency to mistake restraint for weakness."
[Charming,] Nero commented. [Love that for them.]
Elias continued, unbothered. "Their court thrives on intimidation. Every conversation is a contest. Every pause an opportunity."
I nodded slowly. "That will be a hassle."
"It will," he agreed. "Especially when they realize we are not inclined to be pushed."
Cassian shifted slightly, arms folded. The atmosphere remained solemn, heavy with implication.
