Later that Night — Queen's Private Chambers
The chamber was lit only by a low-burning hearth. Shadows curled across the stone walls like living things, and the windows were thrown open to let in the cool night air carrying the scent of the distant river.
Valeris stood by the map table, one hand resting lightly on the wood, the other clutching a goblet of dark wine she hadn't touched.
Asher leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching her with a soldier's patience.
Neither had spoken since they returned from court.
Finally, Valeris broke the silence.
"House Caen was only the first stone pulled loose," she murmured. "The others will not sit idle. They will move now—desperate, cornered."
"They already are," Asher said. He stepped closer, voice low. "Two letters left the city hours ago. One to House Verrian, another to the Remnants beyond the southern marches."
Valeris's mouth curled, a hint of a cruel smile. "Calling for dogs to defend them."
