: A Warning Unspoken

Kaelith didn't release his grip on his dagger. He didn't step back.

Seraphine had given him an answer—but not the one he wanted.

"I see," he said coolly. "Your father's old ally simply wanted to warn you."

Seraphine nodded, her expression steady. "Yes."

Kaelith let the silence stretch between them, watching her carefully.

Then, he leaned in. Close enough that she would hear the quiet threat in his voice.

"You speak well, wife. But I do not trust pretty words."

Seraphine held his gaze. "Then what do you trust?"

Kaelith smiled, slow and sharp. "Actions."

Seraphine's fingers twitched slightly—a flicker of something she quickly buried.

Kaelith saw it. And he knew—she had just realized her lie had not convinced him.

Good.

He took a step back, sheathing his dagger with deliberate slowness. "Go back to your chambers, Seraphine."

She hesitated, but inclined her head gracefully. Then, without another word, she turned and walked away.

Kaelith watched until she disappeared down the corridor.

Only then did he exhale.

She was hiding something.

And now, she knew that he would never stop looking for it.

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