Leon's POV
Myrcella's plan was solid. Not the kind of solid that looked perfect on paper and then collapsed the moment reality touched it—but the kind that had weight to it, like it had been thought through over long nights and quiet moments when doubts crept in. You could feel the effort behind it, the careful balancing of risks and gains. There were rough edges, sure. Parts that still needed polishing. But nothing that couldn't be handled.
More importantly, I could tell she wasn't stepping into this blindly. She had already accepted that, no matter the outcome, she would gain something from this. Influence. Stability. Leverage. Maybe all three.
Exposing my power wasn't an issue. It never really was.
If anything, I'd been dragging that out longer than necessary. Keeping things hidden had its uses early on, but at this stage, it felt more like inertia than strategy. Besides, it wasn't as if I had done a perfect job pretending to be weak in the first place.
