Helena clasped her hands in her lap, her gaze fixed on the documents spread across the desk. Despite her outward calm, the clarity of the daylight contrasted sharply with the shadow of uncertainty forming in her mind as she awaited Leofrik’s response.
The prince scanned the papers one last time with that implacable calm that seemed so natural to him. His golden eyes settled on Helena, carrying not doubt but the weight of someone about to speak an uncomfortable truth.
“Hel,” he began softly, setting the pen aside, “I want you to know that everything you have done for your pack, for both packs, does not go unnoticed by me. Or by anyone willing to look with justice.”
Helena inclined her head slightly, feeling the acknowledgment in his words, yet sensing from his tone that there was more.
