A day later, the morning sun cast pale, filtered light through the heavy drapes of Kael's mansion.
Clink. Kael set his teacup down on the desk, looking up as Lira entered the study. She was dressed in her immaculate maid uniform, her posture perfectly straight, though a faint blush colored her cheeks.
"My Lord," Lira greeted, bowing deeply. "Congratulations on your promotion to the rank of Sword. The entire household is honored to serve under someone of your new stature."
Kael offered her a lazy, predatory smirk. "Thank you, Lira. Though I suspect the household might change their tune once they realize the Sword rank comes with a death sentence attached."
Lira's expression faltered for a second, but she quickly regained her composure.
Kael leaned forward, his tone shifting to business. "Tell me, do we have any Shadow Hounds currently deployed on a planet called Vaelor?"
