Soren had barely crossed the threshold into the residence when Ryse's hand closed on his arm.
It wasn't a rough gesture, just insistent. The grip of someone who had earned the right to physically redirect his Emperor when necessary, and who knew Soren would allow it because they had been through far worse than awkward conversations.
"A word your majesty."
Soren glanced back at Eris, who was already being swept away by what looked like half the female staff. They fussed over her, leading her toward her chambers. She looked vaguely overwhelmed by the attention but was allowing it, which meant she was more exhausted than she would ever admit.
Good. She needed the rest.
He turned back to Ryse. "Walk with me."
They moved away from the main building, toward the command post where maps, reports, and all the logistics of managing an imperial procession lived... far enough from curious ears that they could speak freely.
Ryse didn't waste time.
