Stephano's POV
He didn't.
Good.
Halvar rubbed his temples. "We need to make a decision."
I felt the moment closing, the narrow window where this could still be steered rather than seized.
"Give her time," I said. "Let her strategy play out."
"And if it doesn't?" Marek asked.
I hesitated.
Just for a heartbeat.
And that was all they needed.
"Then," I said carefully, "we reassess."
Marek smiled faintly.
"Agreed," he said. "Which is why we will implement provisional measures now."
The vote happened faster than it should have.
Language smoothed sharp edges. Clauses buried beneath reason. Temporary became indefinite with a shrug and a signature.
I argued.
I objected.
And I lost.
When it was over, the chamber felt colder.
I remained standing long after the others began to file out.
Halvar lingered. "You did what you could."
"Did I?" I asked.
He didn't answer.
Marek passed me near the door.
"You should tell her," he said softly.
I met his gaze. "Tell her what?"
