I stood before my father, the King of Kyrador, willing my posture to remain rigid despite the tension coiling in my gut. The glass throne loomed behind him, a transparent mockery of power that seemed to suck the warmth from the room. I kept my face carefully neutral, but inside, I was seething.
"She has arrived." My father's voice cut through the silence, as hard as the clash of steel on steel.
"Yes, Father," I replied, my sapphire eyes never leaving his face. "She's been settled into her chambers. I trust the accommodations meet your exacting standards?"
He ignored my attempt at levity, his lip curling in distaste. "You take a great risk, sponsoring this... assassin. She owes allegiance to none but herself. She could put a knife through your heart without blinking."
I couldn't help bu
