Caelith froze.
For a moment, she did not know what to say.
Rhaegar had already withdrawn his gaze, turning away as though the matter were settled.
"Take him to the imperial prison," he ordered coldly. "See that he is… properly received."
William was mercilessly dragged away, his voice cracking as he shouted, "Lady Caelith, save me—!"
The cries faded, swallowed by the night.
Silence returned to the courtyard.
Yvaine stood to one side, staring after Rhaegar's departing figure, her eyes shining with something fever-bright.
"Sister," she whispered, leaning close, "did you see that? His presence… his bearing—it's overwhelming! He is like the devil himself!"
Caelith did not respond.
"You know what that was?" Yvaine went on, almost breathless. "A warning—killing the chicken to frighten the monkeys! He throws William into the imperial prison, and from now on, who would dare cast their eyes upon you? It's terrifying… but also—"
She let out a small laugh. "—so satisfying."
