"Approve the terms," she echoed once more quietly, surprising even herself with her clarity and decisiveness. "Adjust only the timber taxation slightly downward—make them feel they've won something meaningful."
Alaric blinked, clearly at a loss, his eyes widening slightly as though he couldn't quite believe the calm yet decisive tone that Aurelia had used. Usually, interactions with his queen involved him bracing for her fiery temper, her impulsive decisions, or at the very least, a few creatively chosen swear words. Today, however, she radiated a serene confidence that left him utterly speechless. The elderly minister's fingers twitched nervously, and for a split second, Aurelia caught the brief glimmer of astonishment, perhaps even awe, flickering through his usually impassive gaze.
