Beatrice stared at the letter in her hands, fingers tightening around the parchment as she read the words over again.
Beatrice,
I hope this letter finds you well. I would say I write to inquire about your health, but we both know I do not waste my time with pleasantries.
You have seen the signs, haven't you? The little shifts at court, the hushed whispers behind closed doors. The kingdom edges closer to conflict, and while our dear Crown Prince remains composed, I wonder how much he truly knows. How much he's willing to share.
You are running out of time.
Do not make the mistake of believing yourself untouchable. Whatever schemes lie in motion, you must be a step ahead. If you wish to secure your place, if you truly intend to hold onto power, then stop hesitating. Win him over. Or prepare to lose everything.
Yours,
M.
Beatrice let out a slow, sharp breath.
