Aria's pov
Geoffrey leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "And what do you propose as this grand gesture of goodwill, Queen Aria? A feast? A song of unity?"
"No," I replied, holding his gaze. "Something more tangible. We've already begun organizing supply routes to territories affected by the conflict. Food, medicine, rebuilding materials, it's all ready to be delivered."
Lady Seraphine tilted her head, a hint of curiosity breaking through her cold demeanor. "You've prepared this already?"
"Yes," Eadric confirmed. "But we want it to be a joint effort. We're inviting representatives from your order to oversee the distribution. If this peace is to work, it has to be built by both sides."
There was a moment of silence as the proposal hung in the air. I could feel the tension shifting, the balance of power subtly tilting in our favor. Geoffrey's smirk faded slightly, and for the first time, he looked uncertain.
