Theron's gaze shifted to Rosalyn.
For the first time since he had entered, she lowered her head—bowing beside her grandmother. There was hesitation in it, a flicker of confusion she could not quite conceal, but she followed nonetheless. Whatever she did not understand, she trusted Leone enough not to question it here.
Theron watched her for a brief moment.
Then he stepped forward, stopping before Archduchess Leone.
He exhaled slowly.
"Since Lady Rosalyn appears so well-versed in diplomacy," he said at last, his tone measured, carrying quiet authority, "she shall oversee the handling of the aftermath."
A simple sentence, but quite a decisive one.
Rosalyn's head snapped up, the reaction immediate, sharp, and instinctive. But before a single word could leave her lips, Leone spoke.
"Your Highness is most wise," the Archduchess said, lowering her head once more, her voice steady and composed. "House Caelvaris shall abide by your will. I will see to it personally."
