Luke leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. The pieces were aligned, but one crucial element remained: gathering information about the cook without alerting anyone. It was clear that discretion was vital; thankfully, he had an idea of who might help.
"Shesha," Luke said aloud, breaking the tense silence in the room.
Queen Loreleia blinked, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her face.
"Shesha? You know of her?"
"Ilyrana and I met with her before. A trusted friend, right? Could she help us?" Luke nodded, his expression calm but intent.
At the mention of Shesha, Queen Loreleia's face softened, a rare glimmer of affection shining through her otherwise grave demeanour.
"Shesha is like a child to me," she said warmly. "She and Ilyrana grew up together, practically inseparable. Honest to a fault, kindhearted, and fiercely loyal."
Irithiel, standing at the corner of the room, inclined her head slightly.
