Kael maintained his posture, but something in his gaze shifted—a glint of acceptance, as if he finally decided that trying to rationalize the situation was futile. He let out a soft sigh, this time less laden with resistance, and his shoulders relaxed slightly.
"So this is how you want to 'clear things up'," he said, his voice softer but still firm. "Not through words or plans, but like this."
Amelia smiled, a slow, deliberate movement of her lips. "Words have their place, Kael. But some things... some connections... need to be felt. Not just discussed."
She moved, sliding to the edge of the bed until she was kneeling before him. Her hands rose, lightly touching the clasp of her cloak. "Let go of the weight of the empire for a moment. You carry too much."
