[Talvan's POV—Talvan Estate—Continuation]
"…So," Sirella asked softly, circling closer to my chair, "what is the next plan, Father?"
I leaned back, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest, eyes half-lidded with amusement.
"The festival," I replied.
She blinked. "The Lantern Festival?"
"Yes," I said, smiling slowly. "The most sacred night of Eloria. The night when the people believe the empire glows with hope."
I let out a quiet laugh.
"And after a week," I continued, "the Crown Princess will receive a piece of news that will shatter that glow into ash."
Sirella studied my face, clearly enjoying the darkness in my expression.
"Father," she said lightly, "I am very curious how you plan to turn Eloria's most beloved festival into a nightmare."
I smirked.
"Oh, it will be beautiful," I murmured. "Next week at the auction house, something will arrive."
She tilted her head. "Something?"
"…Or someone," I corrected calmly.
Her lips parted in anticipation.
