Back in the capital, Lirael received each of Aiden's letters with relief and a quiet longing. His words, concise and purposeful, carried the strength of his presence, and every report renewed her sense of purpose. She knew that her every move was now a reflection of the trust he'd placed in her, and with that, she pressed forward with an unwavering focus.
One evening, while Lirael held court, the grand doors of the hall opened. A messenger entered, bowing low as he handed her a sealed scroll. She recognized the insignia instantly; it was from a prominent lord of a border region who had maintained a neutral stance for years. Breaking the seal, she read with a growing excitement: the lord pledged his allegiance, influenced by Aiden's influence and the growing stability she had established.
