Lucien turned to Samuel, who now approached with a forged seal. "Lord Miras of the council," Samuel said. "He fell ill two days ago. Queen Ellora had her personal medic assigned, but he's old and cautious. You'll be the quiet one checking on the old man."
Pros? It was brilliant. Queen Ellora wouldn't question an additional healer coming under council summons especially in matters of health, which she held dear. And the old wing's isolation could be an opportunity to dig into deeper secrets.
But the cons? Too many moving parts. One wrong glance from a palace guard who recognized her as that girl from Lucien's estate, and everything could collapse. She had no allies inside Petra. Not anymore.
"And what if I get caught?" Liora asked, her voice quiet but firm.
Lucien didn't look away. "Then you're on your own." A pause. "But you won't."
That, oddly enough, felt like trust.
Norra stepped up, whispering, "You shouldn't go alone. Let me..."
