Earn It, slave
King Vellore is going to make a move on the Moonstone Kingdom."
The name struck Leon like a pail of ice water. His face immediately went hard. His golden eyes slit up into vertical slits as he glared at her—dark, unblinking, and far too serene.
"Explain," he growled.
Natasha breathed deeply, the weight of her words crushing down on her like iron.
"Vellore is on the march. At last. In a matter of days, maybe weeks at the outside, they'll attack Moonstone's borders with their troops."
Leon's air grew thick. A stifling silence hung between them.
He didn't speak initially, taking in the gravity of her message. Then, hardly above a whisper, he asked, "Why now?"
Hadn't you explained to him earlier that Vellore had not yet managed to completely rot Moonstone from the inside? Why send the full invasion now?
