Lyra moved through the winding corridors of the palace with purpose, her steps swift but measured. The information Eren had shared weighed heavily on her mind, demanding action while requiring discretion. The western aqueduct—a vulnerable point they'd never considered. If Thornvale had indeed found a way to compromise their water supply...
She reached the small council chamber where her mother often retreated during midday to review reports away from the bustle of the great hall. As expected, Elysia sat surrounded by maps and correspondence, her silver-streaked hair pulled back severely from her face, the tips of her pointed elven ears visible through the strands. What Lyra hadn't anticipated was Sorrel's presence, her younger sister lounging near the window, twirling a dagger absently between her slender fingers.