Celeste The room was quiet, almost too quiet. The guard and the smaller figure sat against the wall, their faces pale, hands tense. Lyra had tied their hands securely, her movements careful, precise. She glanced at me, her eyes wide but steady. “They… they won’t try anything, right?” she asked nervously. “They can try,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “But I will not hesitate. One wrong move, and they regret it.” Lyra swallowed and nodded. “Yes… yes, Your Majesty.” I stepped closer to the guard, studying him. He looked ordinary at first glance, but I had learned to read fear, hesitation, and deceit. All of it was in his posture, the way he avoided eye contact, the twitch of his fingers. “Tell me your name,” I said. “C-Commander Rell,” he stammered, his voice shaky. “I… I work for… I just follow orders.” I raised an eyebrow. “Orders from who?” He hesitated, and I felt a small spark of satisfaction. He wasn’t used to being questioned like this. “I… I cannot say,” he said final
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