Valdemar's grin stretched too wide as he hurried down the steps, quickly opening the door and meeting with his sister right in front of the mansion's door. "Liselotte," he called, spreading his arms as though welcoming a favored guest. "You came just in time. I told them—I told everyone—I've got it under control."
The words rang hollow the moment they left his mouth. "I know you're well." His smile widened, as if nothing had changed.
Once, that face had meant something to her. It had carried a semblance of brotherly affection, a sense of safety Liselotte had trusted without question. Valdemar had been the brother who shielded her, indulged her whims, and stood at her side when she was younger. Back then, she had believed his kindness was real.
That illusion shattered the moment she became the empress consort of the Erengard Empire. Only then did Valdemar's intentions reveal themselves fully. His affection came with requests. His concern came with demands.
