The empress let her veil fall back into place, her voice returning to its composed, measured calm.
"For now," she said, turning slightly toward her desk as if closing the subject, "it is better that you focus on the potion. That is the priority."
Lucas inclined his head respectfully. "I understand. I will begin working on it immediately."
She gave a small nod, Lucas stepped back, moving toward the door. His hand reached for the handle, ready to pull it closed behind him, when her voice stopped him softly.
"Xavier."
He paused and looked over his shoulder.
"Thank you," she said. It was simple, quiet, and sincere. Not grand. Not regal. Just human.
Lucas bowed his head slightly, his tone gentle. "I am honored that you trust me with this."
He stepped out, closing the door with care. He adjusted the ice belle's small weight on his neck, felt her tiny fingers clutch at his collar, and began walking back through the palace halls.
