Vetra's smile was approving, but there was something else beneath it... a knowing quality, like a teacher watching a student confidently march toward an inevitable lesson.
"I'm certain you'll do your best, my dear. Your devotion to Soren has always been admirable."
She didn't mention tomorrow's plan. Didn't explain the ritual they'd already prepared, the spell that would crack open hell itself and paint Eris as the architect of mass destruction. Let Bianca believe seduction was the primary strategy, that winning Soren's heart was the path to victory.
The girl's confidence was useful, even if it was built on delusion.
"The Star-Shard ritual is tomorrow," Vetra continued conversationally. "Soren and his… bride will be away from the palace for most of the day, participating in the ceremony at the Rifted Glacier Forest.
