After Lunaryl left, a heavy silence settled in the room.
Ilaris stared at the closed door for a few moments, as if still analyzing every word of the other princess. Finally, she turned her gaze back to Rynor.
Or more precisely... to Daniel.
"Do you think she's right?"
"Probably. But do you know what she wants from you?" Daniel shrugged.
Lunaryl's words had been scattered, and she changed the subject immediately after talking about anything, clearly wanting her guards not to understand anything.
That meant she was confident in what she was saying.
But the question was, were her words true, or was she just trying to plant a lie? It was hard to reason this one out.
Daniel had no knowledge of the structure of elven politics and didn't know exactly how things were here.
Ilaris was silent for a few seconds, her fingers tapping quietly on the armrest.
"I have a guess." Her gaze slowly darkened.
"But I'm not sure."
