Athea turned to her daughter, her expression softening just a fraction. "And what about you, Viora? You've seen him and you've analyzed him. Where do you fit into that strategy?"
Viora opened her mouth to answer. She really did not know what the answer was.
She had spent her entire life not knowing about Zaeryn. And once she knew him, Zaeryn was supposed to be a massive threat. But the truth was a whole lot messier than that. He was family and he was someone who also shouldn't exist according to the rules.
Before she could actually find the words to say, a rhythmic click of heels echoed down the pristine corridor.
Both women turned.
Princess Calyra strolled onto the observation deck.
Unlike Athea and Viora, who were dressed in their crisp, respectable work attire, Calyra swept in wearing flowing, intricate robes. She looked absolutely stunning, carrying an air of effortless luxury.
