The trap is snapped shut, bolted, and electrified. By framing the project as a test of their "legendary bravery" and a tribute to their "generous hearts," I've made it socially impossible for them to say no. They're practically tripping over each other to reach for their checkbooks, all while dreaming of the day they can claim a stake in the Skyfire Tyrant's land.
The tension that had suffocated the palace has evaporated, replaced by the frenetic energy of greed and curiosity. The treaty is effectively secured; Lucian and the Sovereigns are finally breathing again.
As the music swells and the wine flows, I stand in the center of the elite circle, the light of the enchanted lanterns reflecting in my glass.
"Everyone!" I call out, my voice cutting through the laughter. "I have one more announcement to make tonight."
The crowd turns, hanging on my every word now.
