"Your Majesty," Elara said lightly, a knowing smile on her face, "are you giving us a special goodbye?" Her tone carried a hint of teasing. "Or…"
Her gaze shifted to Florian.
Florian stiffened instantly. He was already tense enough, already braced for departure, for distance—for not having to face Heinz again any more than he already had.
'Please don't make this harder,' he thought.
Heinz didn't answer right away. His eyes lingered on Florian for a heartbeat too long before he turned back to Elara.
"Out of all the dukes," Heinz said calmly, "you have my trust."
The words landed heavier than expected.
Elara blinked, clearly surprised. Eleonor looked up at his uncle, eyes widening. And Florian—
Florian froze.
"King Heinz…" Elara said softly, visibly moved.
"So I trust you," Heinz continued, his voice steady, "to keep Florian safe."
The moment the words left his mouth, a sudden wave of cold air swept through them.
Florian's eyes widened.
