Liam watched his wife with quiet admiration. He loved this side of her... the way she turned every setback into opportunity.
"Andreas owes me quite a few favors," he said casually, picking up his tea again.
"A few well-placed words in the right ears, a little pressure here and there… and suddenly the King finds himself with an urgent matter that requires the Left Guardian's personal attention. Nothing too obvious. Just enough to create a believable delay."
Louisa leaned forward slightly. The earlier panic had completely faded, replaced by a sharp attention in her eyes. This was a problem that required proper thinking.
"And do you have a plan for what comes next," she asked. "The delay is a temporary solution. We both know that. One week, two weeks, a month... it does not change the fundamental problem sitting three corridors away from us."
She let that land for a moment.
