"It's treason."
"It's politics."
She groans.
You ignore her and ask, "So… you accepted, right?"
"We're here now, aren't we? I had no other choice," Elya says. "We'd probably both be dead if I refused."
You chuckle grimly. "Actually, I'd probably still be alive. I don't think he'd want to piss off his people by executing me. You're fair game, though."
And the war effort probably could continue without her.
"They really like you, don't they?"
"I… I guess." You quickly change the subject. "Wait, speaking of people getting killed, where the hell are your bodyguards?"
Elya rolls her eyes. "Velinor's in the room across the hall from me."
"Do you know where Darin went, then?"
"Velinor told me earlier that he went down to go check on the troops." She glances over her shoulder at the room's closed wooden window. "He's probably been caught in this storm."
You stand up, pushing back your chair. "I'd best go find him."
"All right. Stay safe."
"Aye. And get used to the rain. No amount of complaining will make it go away."
You step outside.
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