Risking Death?

Most attempts fail. Most who try… die."

That last word landed heavy.

Lira frowned. "There has to be a way."

"There might be," he admitted. "But not without time, research, and preparation. You'd need to stay here. I will offer my resources—for Lira's sake."

I bowed my head again. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Don't thank me yet," he said. "It will not be easy."

I glanced again at Lucas, who remained statuesque beside the throne. No flicker. Nothing at all. Just… cold.

I wanted to scream, to demand why he was here—how he was here. But the ache in my chest and the fear in my blood warned me: not yet. Don't lose the only lead you have.

"I'll need a place to stay," I said softly.

"You'll be given quarters near the East Library," the king said. "We have many mages who study ancient realm-splitting spells. Begin there."

Lira squeezed my arm. "I'll help her, Father."