“Good luck.” He’s still laughing.
“My Lady, you can hardly expect us to wait for Tiberius to make his move, especially after your recent ordeal. Wouldn’t it be prudent to call him out and have done with this...prophecy...nonsense?” The Lupinel I recognise as Halvden speaks slowly, waving his hand dismissively as he says 'prophecy'. He’s careful not to glance at Queen Malvina, he’s trying to make this about me.
Lycur’s eyes narrow suspiciously. Halvden is a foot shorter than Lycur, but broader, a seductive smile painted on his face. His blonde features and green eyes are in startling contrast to Lycur. He is the Queens kin, apparently, a dangerous man according to Lycur.
I tread carefully.
“I understand your eagerness to retaliate after the insult given to Princess Lyva. But what you
