Most attempts fail. Most who try… die."
That last word landed heavy.
Lira frowned. "There has to be a way."
"There might be," he admitted. "But not without time, research, and preparation. You'd need to stay here. I will offer my resources—for Lira's sake."
I bowed my head again. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Don't thank me yet," he said. "It will not be easy."
I glanced again at Lucas, who remained statuesque beside the throne. No flicker. Nothing at all. Just… cold.
I wanted to scream, to demand why he was here—how he was here. But the ache in my chest and the fear in my blood warned me: not yet. Don't lose the only lead you have.
"I'll need a place to stay," I said softly.
"You'll be given quarters near the East Library," the king said. "We have many mages who study ancient realm-splitting spells. Begin there."
Lira squeezed my arm. "I'll help her, Father."
"I expect you will," he said, voice full of dry affection. "It's good to have you home."
