"Mr Helt…"
Lady Z gestured for Rey to move closer to the table, and she activated a privacy ward with a subtle pulse of Ether. The air around them shimmered briefly before settling into an invisible barrier that would prevent any eavesdropping—magical or mundane.
"What I'm about to offer you is both an opportunity and a burden," she began, her tone shifting from the authoritative leader of moments ago to something more personal, more vulnerable. "It requires someone I can trust absolutely, someone capable of operating independently, and someone who understands that failure would have catastrophic consequences for the Red House."
Rey remained silent, waiting.
He'd learned that powerful people often needed to frame their requests in ways that made them feel in control, even when they were actually desperate.
