Lysara’s POV
"Absolutely not," Vaelric cut in before I’d even fully formulated the argument in my mind. "The fortress requires every available pair of hands, and you are not using your last few safe days to walk yourself straight into Seris's wedding."
He was so quick in his refusal that I would have laughed at the irony.
Except, of course, I couldn't.
Staring at him across the war room table, anger starting to bubble inside my chest, I took in the map that separated us from our conversation, filled with markers of various kinds representing enemy maneuvers, possible allies, supply chains and fortifications. Everywhere I looked, war was waiting for us.
But that didn't change anything that was going on in Silvercrest.
"This isn't only about the wedding," I tried again. "You know that.
