Her words were carefully chosen, meant to instill fear in the young woman standing before her. If Elka believed herself to be in danger, she would become easier to influence, easier to control.
Little did Nheera know that the war brewing on the horizon was precisely what Elka had hoped for when she sent that letter to Rycoff. On her own, she had no power to challenge her father or damage the standing he enjoyed among the nobility. She lacked the influence and the allies needed to do such a thing. But Lord Rycoff possessed all of those things in abundance. And the best part of it all was that the man would never even realize that he was being used.
Elka blinked, forcing a look of confusion onto her face. "Your Majesty, I don't understand—"
