Alaric laughed softly, but there was no humor in it.
"Yeah. And yet she's the only one who can save our mother. Funny how fate likes to play games."
Armand ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping. "We can't move blindly. Her father's territory is fortified, and his allies…"
"...are ruthless," Alaric finished. "I know."
Then his mouth curved into a dangerous smile. "Good. Makes it more interesting."
Armand shot him a look. "This isn't a game."
"I know," Alaric said, more serious now. "That's why we must win."
Another silence fell between them, heavier than before. "What if she refuses?" Armand asked.
"What if she doesn't want anything to do with us… or the Queen?"
Alaric was thoughtful for a while. "Then we still take her by force, nonetheless. And protect her anyway."
Armand studied him. "Even if it costs us everything?"
Alaric met his gaze without hesitation.
"Especially then."
