Back in her chamber, she sat for a long while in silence, the stillness pressing in around her.
Lucas Ostenton… what connection could he possibly have with that case?
The question lingered, heavy and unresolved, refusing to loosen its grip on her thoughts. Each time she turned it over in her mind, it yielded nothing. No clarity, no direction—only a growing sense of unease. She had no idea where to begin, nor how she might ever uncover the answers she sought.
That night, she recounted everything she had overheard between Lucas and Lady Lian to Rhaegar, sparing no detail.
When she finished, he did not respond at once. Instead, a long, contemplative silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken thoughts.
"...Do you trust him?" Rhaegar finally asked.
Caelith did not answer immediately. She took a few moments to consider her response, weighing her words with care.
"I do," she said at last.
Rhaegar frowned, his expression tightening slightly. "Why?"
