The Hunt Begins

Kaelith sat in his study, the intercepted letter resting on the table before him.

The seal had been broken. The words within were careful—too careful.

Nothing overtly treasonous. Nothing that could be used against Seraphine in open court.

But he knew a cipher when he saw one.

A meeting. A message. A promise of loyalty.

The meaning was hidden between the lines, just as Seraphine herself was hidden behind layers of deception.

Kaelith leaned back, fingers tapping against the wooden surface.

Seraphine was playing a dangerous game.

And she thought she was winning.

A slow smirk curled his lips.

Let her believe that.

If he confronted her now, she would only deny everything. She would retreat, tighten her defenses.

No, he would not corner her yet.

Instead, he would watch.

Wait.

And strike when she least expected it.

Kaelith called for his spies. "Trace this letter's intended recipient," he ordered. "I want to know who she is sending messages to. Where they meet. Who else is involved."

His men bowed and disappeared into the shadows.

Kaelith exhaled, his mind sharpening.

Seraphine thought she still had control.

Soon, he would rip it from her hands.