The afternoon wore on, filled with conversation and the clinking of cups, but Aiah's thoughts kept returning to the impression the old man had left.
Something about Simon lingered, not his words or even his presence, but the sincerity behind his actions. It had been a long time since someone had looked at her without trying to measure her worth.
Later, in a quiet chamber just off the east hall, she met him again.
The room was simple, stone walls, a low table, and cushions instead of chairs. Mira waited just outside the door. Broner stood at Aiah's back, silent but present.
Simon bowed once more before settling across from her.
"I appreciate you making time for this, Your Majesty."
Aiah folded her hands in her lap. "You asked for a private audience. That usually means something important."
Simon nodded, the lines in his face deepening. "It is."
He took a breath, then began.
