Chapter 22: The Spider’s Web

Two days later, Asher's plan was already in motion. He stood before his full-length mirror, the polished glass reflecting the refined figure he had become—at least outwardly. The carefully selected attire clung to him like a second skin: a dark, tailored coat with subtle embroidery that caught the light, a high-collared shirt, and cuffs lined with intricate silver detailing. It was the image of controlled elegance, designed to impress without overstating. He adjusted his collar with slow precision, his mind not on the fabric but on the group of nobles gathered below.

He was late on purpose. The longer they mingled, the looser their tongues would grow, the more their egos would stretch. He'd given specific instructions to a guard to eavesdrop and relay any notable comments or whispers before he arrived. Let them wonder, speculate, even doubt. It would only add to the tension he needed.