Lady Sera was sharpening her dagger when Lord Vesper found her.
The eastern delegation's quarters were modest compared to the nobles' wing, but Sera had requested them specifically. She preferred the quiet. Fewer shadows for enemies to hide in.
Vesper entered without knocking. His silver hair was immaculate, his robes expensive, his smile practiced. "Lady Sera. I hope I'm not interrupting."
"You are." Sera didn't look up from her blade. "But you're here anyway. Speak."
Vesper settled into a chair across from her, crossing his legs with deliberate ease. "I've come to discuss the upcoming vote on the Human Rights Charter. I believe you and I share certain... concerns."
Sera ran the whetstone along the blade's edge. The scrape was loud in the quiet room. "Do we?"
