River’s tone cracked slightly, betraying the turmoil inside.
“She helped me survive, Heiko… she hid me to protect me. But at the same time, she just threatened us. How can both be true?”
Heiko exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. His piercing eyes softened as he looked at her, seeing the storm of emotions flickering behind her composure. Before he could answer, however, a low, hoarse voice interrupted.
King Paul had straightened slightly in his chair, his usually firm posture now slumped but his eyes — tired though they were — still held the wisdom and weight of years.
“I believe…” he began weakly, his tone rasping yet steady, “…that this matter is far more complex than a simple question of black and white.”
River turned toward him, silent, waiting.
Paul drew in a deep b
