Scene I: Serina and Auren, in her private solar
She poured him wine herself. Rare. Red. Spite-aged.
"You've returned to form," she said. "It suits you."
"Oh darling," Auren purred, "I never left. I just got sentimental. Temporary madness."
"We're building something," Serina whispered. "Maelric will clear the throne."
"And you want me to keep it warm?"
"You'll have power. Autonomy. The Empire behind you."
He sipped.
Paused.
"And if I say no?"
"You won't."
She leaned in.
"You were made for this, Auren. To manipulate. To lead through smiles. Through blood."
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Scene II: Elara and Cladus, at Rhain's hidden war table
"She'll come for you next," Cladus said. "Serina doesn't like pieces she can't control."
"Then let's remind her I'm not a piece," Elara murmured. "I'm the one flipping the board."
They pressed the first pin into a new map.
Operation: Shatter the Council
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Scene III: Auren alone, outside Serina's chamber
He ran his fingers along the necklace hidden beneath his collar.
Elara's crest. Burned into the pendant.
"Let them believe I've turned."
"Because if they don't…"
"…they'll die before they see it coming."