Sol leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His face was pale, his brows tightly furrowed.
His voice was a low grumble, "We were lucky. Real lucky."
The others looked at him and fell silent.
Kael's eyes narrowed as he continued to mutter inwardly 'If Adele hadn't been in disguise, and if Her Highness had recognized her, God knows what would've happened next.'
He sighed and shook his head slowly.
'Martina isn't like Adele. She's good… fair, even. No arrogance. No cruelty. But we don't know how she sees us Veydrins.. If she despises them…"
He trailed off.
The thought lingered like smoke in the room.
'The Emperor wouldn't punish the Third Prince in public, sure. But Adele? They'd tear her down behind the scenes. Label her a traitor. A rebel. Maybe even execute her.'
Meanwhile, Kael's fingers clenched into fists.
'How can she be this naive to appear before everyone? And she even shed her disguise the moment she used her wind power.'
