The door clicked shut behind Kaelen and Orion, leaving me alone with Harrison in the sunlit sitting room. Kaelen's father wheeled himself closer to the table where a half-finished puzzle lay scattered in organized chaos—our ongoing project that had become a peaceful refuge from the political storm brewing around us.
"Your turn, my dear," Harrison said, gesturing to the puzzle with a warm smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. Those same green eyes that his son had inherited, though Harrison's held decades more wisdom.
I selected a piece, trying to focus on the pattern of autumn leaves rather than the anxiety churning in my stomach after our strategy discussion. "Do you think they'll find anything in Princess Elara's medical records?"
Harrison's weathered hands paused over the puzzle pieces. "Hard to say. If Selene was clever enough to orchestrate a murder that appeared natural, she was likely careful about covering her tracks."
