Velanthian Embassy, Dravendor Capital
The flags of Velanthia fluttered against the icy wind—blue and silver, stars spiraling outward like constellations in bloom. It had been years since any envoy from Elira's homeland stepped foot in the Dravendor court.
Today, that changed.
A single carriage, trimmed in velvet and steel, arrived under heavy guard. From it emerged a woman draped in flowing grey, eyes sharp as winter rain.
Lady Ilonara Veris.Elira's former mentor.
And the last person she ever expected to see here.
Throne Hall, Hours Later
Word traveled fast. Nobles whispered as the foreign envoy was granted audience with both Kaelion and Elira.
The meeting was formal, flanked by guards, advisors, and curious courtiers peeking from behind marble columns.
Ilonara stepped forward and bowed low—not to Kaelion, but to Elira.
"Your Highness. It honors me to see you again."
Elira's smile faltered just slightly. "Lady Ilonara… This is unexpected."
"I bring word from Queen Isadora. And something… more personal." Her eyes flicked toward Kaelion. "May we speak in confidence?"
Kaelion's gaze sharpened instantly. "What you say to her, you say to me."
Ilonara hesitated, then nodded. "As you wish."
—Private Audience Chamber, Moments Later—
The doors closed. Three chairs. Only two were used.
Ilonara sat straight as a blade. "Your marriage has made waves in Velanthia. Some celebrate it. Others… consider it betrayal."
Elira folded her hands calmly. "I married for peace."