"My lady was helping me locate old border maps," Nereas said, his voice smooth. "It seems Oakridge was not always considered part of Eldrin territory. Fascinating, isn't it?"
Liora stepped back. "I was only fetching what he asked."
Lucien looked at her. She met his gaze, unsure, then walked past him without a word.
When she was gone, Lucien turned to the envoy. "Speak plainly."
"I always do," Nereas replied. "It's not my fault if plain words unsettle noble ears."
Lucien's smile was grim. "They don't. But veiled threats do."
Nereas laughed softly. "Come now, Your Grace. I bring nothing but news. And perhaps, a warning."
Lucien leaned closer, eyes cold. "Then speak your warning."
The envoy's smile vanished. "The Queen Dowager has enemies she doesn't yet see. And if she falls, the pieces won't just scatter they'll shatter. Be careful where you stand, Lucien Blackthorne. The storm is circling."
