The candlelight flickered as Luthesia glanced up from her documents, her golden eyes calm yet expectant.
"You’re late," she noted, her voice soft but firm. She gestured toward the chair across from her. "Sit. We have much to discuss."
There was no anger, only quiet authority. Yet beneath it, warmth lingered—an unspoken reassurance.
"Tell me," she continued, folding her hands. "Are you here to listen and learn… or will I have to repeat myself?"
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