Lucian tightened the cuffs of his sleeves, his gaze distant as he prepared to leave. "I have a meeting with Ulric regarding Sylvara," he said matter-of-factly, his voice carrying a heavy tone.
Aeliana, who had been standing by the window, turned sharply. "I'm coming with you," she said, her voice resolute.
Lucian looked at her, his crimson eyes softening for a moment before firm resolve replaced it. "Not this time, Aeliana," he replied, his tone gentle but unwavering. "You still have to train."
Aeliana frowned, stepping closer. "Train? For what? If it's about Sylvara, I'd rather be there to confront her directly than sit here swinging a sword at Kael."
Lucian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sylvara isn't just a political opponent, Aeliana. She's a seasoned fighter. If it comes down to it—and it very well might—she'll challenge you, and she won't hold back. This isn't like sparring with Kael. She's lethal."
