Two nameless men, a midnight meeting in the middle of a fucking war, and the distinct smell of "we're about to royally screw you" thick in the air.
The alarm bells in her head weren't just ringing—they were screaming bloody murder while waving a giant "RUN, YOU STUPID BITCH" sign.
Little did she know it was about to get much fucking worse.
RULE 25: Motherfuckers who come in hot are never showing their real playbook on the first swing. Aggressive opening moves are just dick-waving. Don't ever touch it.
The Master Mage slid a parchment down the table. It stopped in front of Guinevere. Perfectly normal in every way except for the fact that it had been presented to her before her father had spoken a single word about why she was here.
She didn't spare it a glance.
