She was holding onto it as if it were a physical piece of her father.
Roan froze as the breath caught in his throat.
'She isn't angry,' Roan realized, the truth hitting him with a sudden clarity. 'She isn't throwing a tantrum because she feels abandoned.'
He looked at her dark, tear-filled eyes in the reflection. He saw the unbearable weight of understanding hiding within them.
The Archmage's brilliant mind rapidly pieced the puzzle together as he remembered her intelligence network and her terrifying ability to read a room.
'She already knew why the Duke is sending her away already.'
'She knows about Count Valerius. She knows about the political war that has been raging, it seems she used her ducks to uncover his plan.'
Roan stared at the weeping, silent child, entirely humbled.
