The Royal Escort ship cut through the midnight fog with ghostly silence. Inside the master suite, Nova Stuar sat wrapped in a rich, silk robe, the glow of her tablet illuminating a sharp, knowing smirk on her face. She had just received a final update on the "arrangement" the "trap" from the King Stuar.
The door creaked open, and Levis entered, dressed in simple night clothes. He looked exhausted, the weight of the day's trauma still hanging heavy on his shoulders.
"Levis, come here," Nova said softly, tapping the seat beside her.
Levis hesitated for a moment before sitting. He felt out of place in the middle of such royal luxury, especially after what he had done on the deck of the other ship.
"You've suffered so much in a single day, my dear," Nova said, reaching out to take both of his hands in hers. "I am truly sorry."
"It's okay, Madam," Levis replied, his voice a tired whisper. "It isn't your fault, nor is it Robert's. I suppose it's just fate."
