Now the advisors’ eyes widen in shock, staring between Nemesia and me. Admon’s eyes twinkle, alone in his lack of concern. Nemesia may not shy away from giving me direct and honest feedback but using my given name and not my title during a formal Council meeting is unheard of.

Nemesia stands tall, hazel eyes burning with a fire I haven’t seen in her since she was the General of my armies. Her jaw clenches and unclenches, and her hands are balled into fists.

After the Battle at Moormyr, Nemesia abandoned life as a warrior, unable to fight or even spar for many decades after. She blamed herself for our loss. Instead, she devoted herself to politics, philosophy, and helping me put the pieces of my kingdom back together. She’s the most learned scholar in all of Thayaria, and her mind for political strategy is a valuable asset to me. Despite the centuries since that awful battle, Nemesia’s scars and guilt remain. And while she keeps her fighting skills sharp, she has sworn to never lead armies again.

“Make your case, Nemesia,” I concede, gesturing for her to continue. She nods in silent gratitude, then stands before the round table.

“With the thayar flowers in decline, and us being no closer to understanding why or uncovering a solution, it’s critical that I go.” A fresh wave of guilt and fear wash over me at the reminder of the danger my kingdom is in. But I don’t let it show on my face, keeping my calm and unwavering demeanor firmly in place as I listen to Nemesia’s speech. “We need to assess—carefully and delicately—whether any of the other kingdoms have experienced their own magical irregularities and if the rulers have ideas as to why this could be happening. I’m the most knowledgeable on the subject, not to mention my skill as a courtier, and we need this information. We don’t have another ten years to wait for the next Forum.” She looks at me, pleading in her eyes. I give her a slight nod, indicating I understand what she isn’t saying, though not willing to concede just yet. “Laurel,” she whispers quietly. Something about the desperation in her expression softens my resolve. I know she cares as much about the people of Thayaria as I do. If she’s letting her own fear show, she’s serious. I let out a huff of air and wave my hand.

“Fine. What do others think?” I ask, searching the eyes of those around me. Only nods and soft murmurs of agreement greet me. “If none are opposed, then I’ll follow the Council’s guidance. Nemesia will accompany me,” I decide. “Are there nominations for the second advisor to attend?”