Amelia's hands trembled as she stared at the parchment in Edric's grip. The evidence of her betrayal was right there—undeniable, irrefutable. If he took it to the King, her fate would be sealed.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You want me to abandon everything?"
Edric sighed, stepping closer. "I want you to live, Amelia."
For the first time, there was no malice in his eyes. No condescension. Just… concern.
She let out a shaky breath. "If I say yes, what happens next? Do I just sit back and watch Kael and his people be slaughtered?"
Edric's expression hardened. "They are rebels."
"They are people," she countered, her voice rising. "People who deserve more than death."
He studied her carefully, his grip on the parchment tightening before he suddenly crushed it in his fist. "Then let's find another way."
Amelia's breath caught. "What?"
"I'm not handing this to the King," he murmured. "But you must promise me something."
Her heart pounded in her chest. "What?"
Edric's jaw tensed. "If you truly want to save Kael, you need to trust me. We can delay the attack, but we need a way to make the King reconsider his approach."
She hesitated. Could she really trust him?
She thought of Kael, of the people depending on her. Then, finally, she nodded.
"I trust you."
The next day, Edric put his plan into action.
Rumors spread through the castle—whispers of unrest among the soldiers, of potential dangers the kingdom had not foreseen. It was enough to make King Aldric hesitate.
"We cannot afford distractions," the King muttered during council. "If there are internal threats, we must handle them before striking the rebels."
Amelia forced herself to stay silent, though her heart raced with relief. They had bought time.
But it wasn't over.
Kael still had to be warned that the attack was only postponed, not canceled. And Edric—whether she liked it or not—was now part of the game.
That night, she met Kael in their hidden spot.
"We have more time," she whispered, relaying everything that had happened.
Kael frowned. "You're trusting Edric?"
"I don't have a choice."
Kael sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Then let's hope he doesn't change his mind."
Amelia knew there was more he wanted to say. That he didn't trust Edric. That this was dangerous.
But they didn't have time for doubt.
"We move forward," she said firmly.
Kael nodded. "Together."