The Signet's Secret
"Or perhaps just heavy. I am looking for the artisan who understands the soul of the silver. The one who knows how to make a swan breathe."
"My son, Bastian, is our head designer," Aris lied, gesturing to his eldest.
Althea turned her gaze to Bastian. "Tell me, Master Bastian, what is the melting point of the silver-palladium alloy used in the Cigna lineage?"
Bastian blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly. "The... the melting point? Well, it’s... quite hot, Majesty. Very hot. We use a very big fire."
Althea’s expression didn't change, but her eyes darkened. "I see."
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