Royal Guest Chambers — Late Night
Anna ran a hand through her graying hair, her fingers trembling slightly. “Did you hear what he said at dinner?” she whispered, barely above a breath.
Matthew nodded slowly, his brow furrowed. “Two weeks….”
Anna glanced at the door as if someone might be listening, then leaned closer. “We have to act fast, Matthew; the earlier, the better. Moira isn’t safe here.”
“She’s not,” he said grimly, voice low.
There was a long pause.
Anna looked down at her hands. “It’s a good thing we’re here now. We can watch closely, speak to her, find the right moment…”
“…And carry out the plan,” Matthew finished, his voice firm.
Anna nodded, her eyes shadowed with worry. “I pray it works out.”
Matthew looked toward the small window, where the moonlight peeked faintly
