SUMMONED TO SCHEME

Queen Isolde paced her opulent chambers, her mind churning with the information Lady Evelina had just divulged. Elara's secret training was a threat, but also an opportunity. She needed to act swiftly to ensure her son, Thaddeus, could capitalize on this revelation.

"Fetch Prince Thaddeus," she ordered a nearby servant. "Tell him it's urgent."

The servant bowed and hurried off, leaving Isolde to her thoughts. She imagined the myriad ways she could use Elara's actions against her, to make her appear unfit for the throne. But Thaddeus needed to be prepared, to seize this chance to enhance his own standing.

Minutes turned into an hour, and still, Thaddeus did not appear. Frustration mounting, Queen Isolde sent another servant to find him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Thaddeus sauntered into the room, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Mother, you summoned me?" he drawled, his disheveled appearance and lingering scent of perfume betraying the company he had been keeping.

Queen Isolde's eyes narrowed with irritation. "Thaddeus, this is no time for your frivolities. We have urgent matters to discuss."

Thaddeus flopped into a chair, looking bored. "What is it now? Another tedious court intrigue?"

Isolde stepped closer, her voice low and intense. "This is about Elara. Lady Evelina has uncovered something that could change everything. Your stepsister has been training in secret, honing her skills as a warrior."

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest finally sparking in his eyes. "Elara, training as a warrior? How... unexpected."

"Unexpected and dangerous," Isolde corrected. "We must act quickly to undermine her in the eyes of the court. This is our chance to make you appear the only viable heir."

Thaddeus leaned back, a sly smile creeping across his face. "So, what's the plan?"

Isolde's gaze hardened. "First, we need to spread rumors of her unladylike behavior. Make it seem like she's abandoning her duties for foolish fantasies of battle. We will highlight your strengths, your readiness to lead, and your dedication to the kingdom. Then, we will bring this to the King's attention at the right moment, ensuring he sees you as the more suitable heir."

Thaddeus nodded, his expression one of rare seriousness. "I understand, Mother. I'll do what needs to be done."

"Good," Isolde said, her tone firm. "But remember, we must be subtle. The court must come to these conclusions on their own, with just a little nudge from us."

Thaddeus stood, his demeanor more focused than before. "I'll start making the rounds, planting the seeds of doubt about Elara."

As he left, Isolde allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. With Elara discredited, Thaddeus would have the throne within his grasp. She just needed to ensure that everything went according to plan.