[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
"My lady, is this truly wise?" Alexandria asked, her voice careful but unable to fully conceal the concern beneath it. Her gaze lingered on Glinda, who remained seated with a composed posture, as though nothing of consequence had just occurred. The room had grown quiet—emptied of all others, leaving only the two of them.
Glinda did not answer immediately.
She lifted her cup once more, taking a slow, unhurried sip of tea, as if the question required patience. Only after setting the cup back down with care did she speak.
"You worry too much, dear," she said smoothly, her voice soft and reassuring on the surface, though her tone also held something that did not invite contradiction. A small smile touched her lips. "Everything will go as it must. It rarely does otherwise, no matter how much we struggle to shape it differently."
