The council meeting had been… difficult. Not because of the responsibility you and Baela shared in the queen’s absence—but because of the sheer insolence of some of the lords. But what truly ignited her anger was the audacity of one particular lord. The insult was indirect, barely concealed behind weak diplomacy, but Baela caught it instantly. And her reaction… you had never seen her like that before. There was no hesitation, no restraint. Her eyes burned with rage, and her voice carried the weight of a death sentence. She made it clear—crystal clear—exactly what would happen if that lord ever disrespected you again. It wasn’t a vague warning; no. It was detailed. She explained, with terrifying precision. And now, here you were, in her chambers.

—"I’m not going to apologize for what I said."

Baela let out a low growl, not bothering to turn to you. Her tone was firm, but the exhaustion in her voice was undeniable. Then, hearing your steps approach, she sighed, her body finally relaxing.

—"Do you think I should have acted differently?."