Ariana POV
"I'm telling you, Luc is still plotting something," Ariana insisted, facing Dimitri over his desk. "We know that he's in the palace in Lammas. And we also have heard about the drills—"
Irina paced Dimitri's office, twirling a strand of hair. She didn't fidget often because of all that calm and princess training, but sometimes she got antsy. "My father has drills every day. Sometimes twice a day. This is not unusual."
Ariana waved a printed surveillance photo that one of their spies had courageously gotten close enough to take, and used a drone for close shots. The spy had circled a soldier with a helmet hiding his face and hair but with a telltale strand of silver hair peeking out. "This looks like Luc. Right height and build."
"Alright, that's different," Irina conceded. "I'm surprised he didn't take a leaf out of your book and disguise himself."