"I just wanted to remind soone."
Valeria’s gaze didn’t waver.
If anything, it deepened.
"Reminding soone?" she asked, softly.
Jesse’s jaw flexed. "Sothing like that."
A breath passed. A thread pulled taut between them. Neither bowed. Neither blinked.
And then—
Valeria tilted her head. Just slightly. "Standing with your sword against soone like Lucavion... that alone carries talent. He’s not one to go easy on people."
The words were neutral. Courteous, even.
But the tone—
It shifted.
It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t even sharp.
But it was sloped—as though spoken from above, not beside. A high vantage dressed in civility. The voice of soone used to speaking down, no matter how softly she wrapped her syllables.
And her eyes...
They were on Jesse.
Steady. asured.
But beneath that lavender calm was sothing unmistakable: possession.
A quiet, gloved hand closing around a shape neither of them wanted to na.
I know him.
That’s what her gaze said.
You may have dueled him. But I... understand him.
Not declared. Not flaunted.
But laid out, cool and clean like silk folded in a blade box.
Jesse didn’t rise to it—not with her voice.
But her posture shifted.
Her fingers coiled a fraction tighter behind her back. Her heel pressed firr to the floor. She didn’t smile.
Then—like a tide shifting—
the balance changed.
Valeria hadn’t said another word. She didn’t have to.
Because the nobles noticed.
They had seen her earlier, long before the duel.
Standing beside Lucavion.
Speaking to him in hushed tones, too long for courtesy and too calmly for formality.
Not an exchange of greetings.
An exchange of familiarity.
And in court, that was louder than steel.
So they moved.
The Arcanis nobles first—
sliding subtly toward Valeria, not crowding, but aligning. Like branches bending toward the sun. The implication was clear: she wasn’t just admired. She was anchored.
One of them—a tall boy in navy with the crest of House Vire—offered her a glass she hadn’t requested.
Another girl, younger, with gold-threaded sleeves, spoke gently:
"We didn’t know you’d be here.... it’s an honor, Lady Olarion."
The group had settled into a fragile balance—one that hovered between curiosity and restraint, as though everyone felt they were watching sothing just beneath the surface, sothing not yet nad.
And then—inevitably—it ca.
"How do you know Lucavion?"
The voice belonged to one of the Arcanis spellcrafters, polite, cautious, but unmistakably intrigued. She glanced between Valeria and Jesse with the hesitation of soone approaching a sacred to without permission.
A ripple moved through the group.
Because everyone had wondered.
Lucavion had stood silent and distant since the duel, unmoved by praise or posturing. No one had dared approach him. No one—except her.
Valeria.
The only one to speak to him without hesitation.
The only one he’d turned toward, without the mask of indifference.
Valeria’s eyes, calm and distant, flicked over the group.
Then they settled—on Jesse.
And stayed there.
"Yes," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I know him."
She didn’t embellish. Didn’t soften. Her words fell into the quiet with the weight of polished stone.
Jesse’s brow twitched.
That word.
Know.
Not t. Not trained under. Not fought beside. Know.
Valeria tilted her head, as if already expecting the next question. It ca—cautiously.
"From where?"
She held the pause, deliberate, letting silence sharpen the curiosity around her. And then:
"Andelheim."
Jesse’s spine straightened instantly.
Andelheim?
It was a part of the story that she didn’t know, and her mind instantly activated.
*****
The court had shifted.
Not drastically. Not all at once.
But like wine stains spreading across silk—quiet, steady, irreversible.
The Lorian students, once a cluster of disciplined posture and careful pride, had begun to blend into the garden of Arcanis. Not entirely—never entirely—but enough. Enough to stop being watched. Enough to start being listened to.
And that mattered.
Valeria noticed it between the edges of polite conversation. Between the dips of practiced bows and the murmured half-praises of sword forms and ancestral technique. She listened to nobles describe their enchanted lineage with the sa breathless pride children used when naming stars. She responded when necessary, gracefully, coolly—always with the weight of Olarion on her shoulders. The room knew how to receive her. It always had.
But she—
Her attention had wandered.
To brown hair.
To strange, fire-touched eyes.
To Jesse Burns.
She stood in the midst of a conversation now, no longer rigid at its edge. She wasn’t just present—she was in. Responding. Parrying remarks as if they were feints. Surrounded by Lorian and Arcanis alike, including a few of the lesser nobles Valeria typically paid little mind to.
And yet—
Valeria’s gaze lingered.
She didn’t move at first. She didn’t break the rhythm of her circle. But her thoughts had already drifted from the conversation. So thread had been pulled loose in her mind, tugging quietly.
That girl—born of a land Valeria was trained to oppose, forged in silence and rough training—had slipped into this gilded room like water in cracks. Subtle. Steady. Uninvited, but not unnoticed.
And Valeria?
She had questions.
They were quiet questions. The kind that wore no armor but held their blade at the ready.
What kind of girl looks at Lucavion like that?
What kind of girl earns that gaze in return?
She didn’t know the answer.
Not entirely.
But when Jesse had spoken those words—I just wanted to remind soone—
Valeria hadn’t needed to guess who she ant.
Lucavion.
It had been in the tone.
In the stillness.
In the way Jesse hadn’t flinched when she said it, hadn’t couched it in diplomacy or hidden behind a smile.
She had looked directly into Valeria’s eyes.
Not as a challenger.
Not even as a rival.
As soone rembering.
And that—
That unsettled her.
Because Lucavion was a mystery by design. A man who revealed only what he wished, when he wished. Even she—who had walked beside him, fought beside him, argued with him—still didn’t know everything. He held his past like a blade tucked behind his back—never absent, never seen.
But Jesse?
Jesse had reached into that unseen place and pulled out sothing familiar.
And Valeria had felt it.
So now—quietly, with no announcent, no pomp—she stepped from her group.
Her gown brushed lightly along the polished floor. Every footstep was a decision. Not to intimidate. Not to challenge.
To see.
Because she still wasn’t sure.
Still didn’t know if Jesse Burns had truly known him, or if it was just illusion. Just war-born bravado. Just coincidence painted to look like mory.
But even doubt couldn’t smother that knot in her chest. That strange tightness she hadn’t nad.
So she crossed the room.
One conversation ended. Another paused. She walked through the gathering like a drifting veil, soft and direct, until she reached the edge of Jesse’s circle.
"Hello."
When she greeted first....
The orange eyes t hers again.
There was no fear there.
Only readiness.
And then she comnted on her sword, after exchanging pleasantries.
Though, it did kind of irritated her that her family was still known after all that ti, she was way past that point anyway.
Valeria inclined her head—not too low, not enough to signal submission, but just enough to mark civility. "Your form," she said softly, "was efficient. Intentional. The kind of swordplay that doesn’t need flourish because the point has already been made."
Jesse didn’t respond at first.
She just looked at her. asured. Still. Those fire-cast eyes didn’t search for subtext or try to decode the complint—they simply held it. Accepted it. Like soone who had learned long ago not to question truth when it finally arrived, however rarely it did.
Valeria waited.
Then—
"I wasn’t trying to scare anyone," Jesse said. Her voice wasn’t cold, wasn’t distant. But it carried no decoration, either. Just fact. Just quiet iron. "I just wanted to remind soone."
There it was.
Valeria studied her more closely this ti—not just the stance or tone or polish stripped clean by field grit. But the thread beneath it. The one woven too tightly into those words.
She hadn’t said him. Hadn’t said Lucavion.
But the syllables clung to the air all the sa. Unspoken, but not unseen.
Valeria’s breath was still. Her fingers curled lightly at her side, hidden by the fall of lilac silk. She didn’t blink.
Since this has confird everything after all.
Because she was certain now.
They knew each other.
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