Bab 37: Manipulation - I

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the audience chamber, casting a soft golden glow over the room.

Kael stood by the hearth, his arms crossed as he stared into the dancing flames.

He had barely slept the night before, his mind consumed with thoughts of Lenora Elstrand.

The system's voice still echoed in his ears, reminding him of the delicate balance he needed to maintain.

This wasn't a task he could rush, it required precision, subtlety, and a steady hand.

The doors creaked open, and Kael turned to see Lenora entering the chamber.

She looked composed, but her posture was slightly stiff, and there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

Her auburn hair was neatly braided, and she wore a modest yet elegant dress of deep green.

Despite her outward calm, Kael could sense the tension radiating from her.

"Lady Lenora," he said, his tone warm but measured. "I trust you slept well?"