Elara added a new task to tomorrow's schedule: Coordinate with beast knights for eastern docks ambush setup. Ensure no actual security presence visible but full kill team hidden in position.
If the professional assassins took the bait, they'd find twenty well-trained beast knights waiting instead of one vulnerable princess.
And if they didn't take the bait, she'd try again with different information until she found what made them commit.
Either way, she was done being reactive.
Time to make them dance to her rhythm instead of the other way around.
The chair wobbled. She kicked it hard enough that one leg cracked slightly, but it stopped wobbling.
Good enough.
She kept working, mind already three moves ahead, calculating probabilities for scenarios that hadn't happened yet but would soon.
Because that's what you did when you couldn't afford to lose.
You planned for everything.
Elara suddenly paused mid-step.
