It had been a long ride from Nuln. The Elector Countess sat now behind the Emperor’s doors, all velvet diplomacy and perfumed charm.

Leos stood outside — straight-backed, gloved hands behind her back — beside the Reiksguard captain who mirrored her posture in polished steel. The silence between them stretched, taut as wire. Both in the same line of work, protecting their liege.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"Leos von Liebwitz," she said quietly, offering a nod without warmth. "Her Grace's personal sword and brother."

She said, knowing her reputation proceeds her. That the Deadly Blade of Nuln always was by 'his' sister's side. Only no one knew that 'he' was actually a she. It was probably the Empire's best kept secret. The idea that she had fooled everyone made her smirk.