The meeting with Daemon was scheduled for late afternoon in the throne room. Maximum visibility, maximum security, maximum witnesses to whatever he said.
"This feels wrong," I told Kael as we prepared. "He's been our enemy for months. Why would he suddenly want to help?"
"Maybe he's not helping. Maybe he's manipulating us again. Or maybe he's genuine. Hard to tell with him."
"Either way we're listening. We need every advantage we can get."
The throne room filled with people. Nobles, guards, advisors. Everyone who might need to hear what Daemon had to say. The babies stayed in our chambers with Mira and heavy guard protection.
Daemon arrived exactly on time, walking in like he owned the place. He looked better than when we'd seen him last. More rested. More confident.
"Your Majesties," he said with a mocking bow. "Thank you for agreeing to meet. I promise the information is worth your time."
"Talk. What do you know about King Aldric's escape?"
