Jazmin Akupa came last among the well-wishers, moving with the unhurried confidence that characterized everything she did.
She stopped close to Jolthar - closer than court etiquette strictly called for - and leaned in slightly.
"That was a remarkable performance," she said quietly, her voice carrying just for him.
"And I don't mean the dukes."
Her eyes held his for a moment longer than necessary, warm and entirely deliberate.
"We still have a conversation, which I will have with you tonight."
She straightened, gave him a smile that promised considerably more than the words had, and left without waiting for a response, her attendants falling in around her as she went.
Milan reached him last.
He didn't say anything formal.
He didn't bow, didn't offer congratulations in the careful language of court.
