decidedly, she indulges his question.
court life teaches you quickly,she began, voice even, almost conversational.
everyone smiles, but few mean it—then there are ones who never smile at all.her eyes flicked to him then, a quiet, assessing glance.
intentions are currency. you learn to read them or you will die pretending they aren’t there.
she drew a slow breath, gaze drifting toward satriya’s camp.
i've brokered alliances. settled disputes. kept tempers from ruining treaties.a slight pause.
and when necessary, i uncovered truths others preferred stayed buried.it is not listed to be boastful, only repeating the list of tools she’d learned to use.
