Inside the private tent, Azriel sat on the bed with Jasmine beside him, while Mira was seated in a chair nearby.
Yelena and Lumine stood before them, with Amaya and Nol stationed by the bed, their gazes watchful.
Jasmine raised an eyebrow, while Azriel remained silent, observing.
"We're in private now. You'd better explain what was so urgent," Jasmine said, her tone firm.
Lumine clenched his fists, nodding.
He glanced at Jasmine, a cold sweat forming on his back under the weight of everyone's stares.
Though he had met the Crimson Princess before, they weren't even acquaintances.
Azriel narrowed his eyes, silently curious.
'...Bold enough to come to me now? It must be important, but why?'
No one dared to approach the highest authorities in the capital—especially the children of the great clans.
Not with everything that had happened and what was still to come.