Meadow sighed inwardly at his statement.
Her hands curled into tight balls beside her. Her head was bent downwards as she took in his words.
A frown formed vividly on his face.
'This isn't just any preparation.'
A preparation for war. Attrition. Politics. Persecution.
A change was happening soon, and she knew Raph could see it.
'If he's so sure of it, it wouldn't be bad if I hear him out.'
Her expression turned sombre at the thought. Realisation began to creep in.
'Rana would have helped with my decision.'
She had not only been her right-armed protector in person, but in mind.
Assisting her decision-making, especially with critical curveballs that would dent their livelihood.
She struck first when emotions flared, reckless as a flame—but when calm, no shift in tone or twitch of a hand escaped her.
Rana was the kind of person who only read the room while calm, but completely flipped it off when she suspected hostility or disrespect towards the Princess.
