Lady Lucy's face remained unreadable, her calm gaze locked on Thutmose. The air in the hall grew still again, the tension thickening like a storm about to break.
"I was in my office," she said evenly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Filling out paperwork for our expansion on the Thunder Domain. The usual burdens of influence."
She shifted slightly in her seat, the torchlight catching the gleam of the purple fabric around her shoulder.
"That was when I received the message. Just a single line…" She paused, her gaze drifting upward for a moment, recalling it with perfect clarity. "'One of your daughters will be assassinated very soon.'"
A ripple passed through the elders, like a breeze brushing through a field of dry grass. Lucy didn't flinch.
