Persuasion

"Your Highness is searching for rebels exactly like yourself. I wonder whether you have found any—and how many?"

Jupiter's expression was unreadable, as though tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

"There is more to the Chancellor's words than meets the eye. I do not understand."

Mordred spoke dismissively, but the feigned gentleness on her face had vanished completely. She could not even maintain a semblance of calm.

All that remained was gloom.

"Your Highness has made such a major move. What exactly is your purpose?"

Sensing Mordred's emotions growing increasingly suppressed, Jupiter drew a deep breath and simply laid his stance bare.