Vetra's chambers were unusually cold even by Nevareth standards, frost forming intricate patterns on windows that looked out over snow-covered gardens.
She sat at her desk reviewing reports when Viktor arrived without bothering to knock... privilege of co-conspirator rather than noble courtesy.
"We need a new approach," he said without preamble, dropping into the chair across from her. "The direct assault failed. Time for something more insidious."
Vetra set down her quill with deliberate precision, she knew already, he had something in mind. "I'm listening."
"Turn the tragedy against her. Weaponize the people's grief." Viktor leaned forward, warming to his strategy.
"Eris followed the Emperor to the outer district this morning... I've had reports. Some citizens are warming to her, seeing her as genuine rather than threat. We stop that immediately."
"How?"
