Seraphina's cheeks flushed prettily. "I merely care about the empire's representatives performing well, Your Majesty. The tournament reflects on all of us."
"Indeed it does." Heena stood, signaling the audience was concluding. "I'm glad I could ease your concerns. The consorts are safe, devoted to spiritual growth, and will emerge renewed. Is there anything else you wished to discuss?"
It was a dismissal wrapped in polite inquiry.
Seraphina hesitated, clearly weighing whether to push further. Her eyes flickered—perhaps consulting with her system—then she executed another perfect curtsy. "No, Your Majesty. Thank you for your patience with my worries. I feel much relieved."
"As you should." Heena smiled. "Your concern for others is admirable, Lady Seraphina. Perhaps you might channel that concern toward the orphanages you support? I hear they've been struggling with recent grain shortages."
A subtle redirect—suggesting Seraphina focus on her charity work rather than the consorts.
