Lindarion didn't move. "I said the message was urgent."
"And I've relayed that. His Majesty appreciates the concern." Edric clasped his hands in front of him. "But I don't take messages directly from hooded strangers. I assume you understand."
Lindarion's jaw tightened. "He needs to hear this in person. Today."
"Then come back with a seal. Or a face."
Ashwing's voice pressed cold into his mind. "Keep your temper."
Lindarion exhaled once. "It's a warning."
Edric's smile widened. "And I'm sure it's very dramatic. But unless you have standing, I can't admit you further."
"Standing?" Lindarion's voice dropped half a step. "That's what it takes for someone to listen now?"
"In this court? Yes."
Lindarion stepped forward. Not fast. Just enough.
Edric didn't flinch, but his weight shifted back, subtle, trained. A man used to watching threats from behind polished desks.
