Beatrice did not summon them.She asked.The request came quietly through her assistant, phrased without urgency, without command. When Lillian arrived, Beatrice was seated by the window, a blanket draped over her knees despite the warmth in the room. She looked smaller than usual, not diminished, but unarmored.Elena followed a moment later. Nathaniel waited just outside, close enough to hear if he was needed, far enough to give the space what it required.Beatrice did not speak at first.She watched the garden below, hands folded, breathing measured.“I was hoping you wouldn’t need to hear this from me,” she said finally.Lillian did not
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