The office was cloaked in a tension that neither of them acknowledged but both felt deeply. Diara sat elegantly on a plush chair, her back straight, her eyes unwavering as she stared across the table at Kellan.
His expression was neutral, though there was a sharpness in his gaze that suggested he was sizing her up, weighing her against the decision they were about to make.
The air between them seemed heavy with unspoken agreements, possibilities, and the risk of the unknown.
"If I grant you your wish, you will help me?" Kellan's voice was steady, his words a question, but they carried the weight of a binding promise.
Diara didn't hesitate. Her head dipped in a slight nod, the motion calm but deliberate. She had thought this through, every step, every move, long before they had sat at this table.
