Chapter 961 – He Might Lose His Head
For a moment, that decision sat warmly between them.
It felt good.
Too good.
Like a blanket thrown over a battlefield. Like holding hands while a storm gathered outside the window. Like convincing themselves that love and presence alone could soften the weight pressing on Lux's shoulders.
Then Yue spoke.
"That is good help from all of you."
Her voice was calm.
Too calm.
Everyone turned to her.
Yue sat with her hands folded over her lap, posture elegant, face unreadable. She looked like moonlight carved into a woman, old enough to know that comfort was precious, but not always useful.
"But I don't think that is what he needs now."
The warmth cracked.
Sira's smile faded first.
Yue continued, "The king is trying to remove him, remember?"
No one spoke.
"He cannot slack off."
The words landed like a slap.
Not cruel.
That made it worse.
