Cedric stood in silence for several long seconds after Daeron's demand.
The cool night breeze swept through the open balcony, stirring the heavy curtains behind them while distant music from the banquet echoed faintly across the marble halls. Somewhere behind them, nobles laughed over wine and politics, blissfully unaware that only a few feet away, a bargain was being forged that could one day shake the foundations of the realm itself.
"One day in the future," Daeron had said, "I will ask House Valecroft for a favor. When that day comes… you will not refuse me."
The words lingered heavily between them.
Cedric stared at the prince carefully, trying to determine whether he was making a deal with a dangerous ally…or inviting a serpent directly into his home.
Unfortunately, desperation rarely allowed the luxury of caution.
"What kind of favor?" Cedric finally asked.
Daeron smiled lazily, looking almost offended by the question.
