Asher's chuckle broke the tense silence as he approached Lysandra with a nonchalance that seemed to clash with the gravity of their conversation, "Why do you ask when you already know the answer?" He asked, his question delivered with an easy smile.
Lysandra, however, was not easily placated.
Her gaze sharpened, a reflection of her skepticism, "You already know how much I want to kill Drakar. So I don't see any reason why you have to go out of your way to get my help. I could have understood if the situation was the same as when you were trapped in my kingdom and needed my help to escape. But now...why?" Her question laid bare the puzzle of Asher's motivations, seeking to unearth the true intent behind his actions.
She knew nobody in this world knew the meaning of "kindness". Not even her except towards her son.
So how could the king of an enemy kingdom go out of the way to help her and her son?
