FUCKS GIVEN BY LUX NASH: Plenty, actually, which should terrify everyone.
MISSION STATUS: FAILED.
FIELD STATUS: All protocols abandoned.
WITNESSES: Estimated five hundred present at the Unity Gala.
RESPONSIBLE PARTIES: The Dragon King, Kael Ashenvale, & the Lunaris Princess.
In eight hours, every protocol established in this briefing will become irrelevant. The events that follow are classified. The signs were visible, but no one was watching.
But before we get there, let's rewind to where it started.
Lux Nash had three rules. One: never lie about a prognosis. Two: never soften a diagnosis for the comfort of people who can't handle it. Three: always bring wine, because delivering bad news sober was a waste of everyone's time.
She stood at the head of the war room table in a kingdom that had once tried to arrest her, now leading a meeting with a piece of chalk in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. She had been up for three days with Jaxon trying to crack this.
