Amelia's expression hardened. "Then why did my fiancé request military support from my family?"
She had thrown herself into helping me, gone against the rules of her own house, only to find the reinforcements she'd gathered might not change anything at all.
I could see her knuckles tighten around the reins, the faint tremor in her hand betraying the emotion she tried so hard to hide.
—"Ami… Yes, I must express my gratitude to her separately."
Before Amelia could get another word in, I activated the crystal orb, letting it project a short voice recording.
A voice we both recognized echoed softly through the air.
At once, her irritation faltered. Her brows twitched, and that icy tone she'd been using melted just a little. When she spoke again, her usual fire had returned.
"Hmph. Don't think you can just gloss over things with flattery," she said, folding her arms. "So tell me—why involve the Frost family?"
