Aurelia sat, reclined and relaxed, in the chair opposite Elara. Sunlight—filtering in from the balcony—glinted off her dark hair and caramel skin, turning it gold. She sat cross-legged, holding Elara's stare in her odd amber gaze. Not for the first time, Elara found herself thinking how...noble she looked. As if she deserved to be on a throne rather than a high-backed chair across from Elara. In many ways, she had more of a presence than King Alaric. Her very presence rippled with coiled energy, even as unnaturally still as she was at the moment.
"I must admit, I didn't expect your findings to be so useful," she finally said, breaking the long silence. The Black Ledger is a piece we've been trying to confirm for years. Funny how you waltz in and spill its existence like it's just common gossip."
Elara smiled serenely, giving nothing away. "I know things, Aurelia. A lot of things. Keep protecting me and make sure no one hacks me to death and I'll make sure you get what you want."
