The Shield of the Kingdom
A smirk tugged at Syra's lips, though she tried to hide it.
"Wow. We just got promoted and insulted in the same breath."
A small shake of Kyra's head, yet her face held a soft glow. Quietly warm, it stayed just beneath her eyes.
"It's accurate."
Then Aria faced Leon again, calm folding around her slow. Her lips stayed curled just slightly, steady with quiet knowing. She did not look away.
"Well," she said, voice smooth, decisive, "shall we move on to the next ministry?"
He paused before speaking.
Beyond where he was looking, things changed without warning. His eyes moved first, though nobody saw it happen.
Syra and Kyra.
