Liliana looked toward Elowen. "So… what are your plans now that the war's over?"
Elowen leaned back slightly, one leg crossed over the other, her expression calm but focused. "Rest, first. For the people. They've been through enough."
No one interrupted.
"The armies are tired. The cities are half-empty. We need to stabilize before we rebuild," she said. "And that means entering a low-key phase—no public marches, no large-scale expansion. Just slow, steady regrowth."
Lilith nodded once. "Makes sense. Quiet strength. Rebuild the foundation before showing the world your cards again."
"Exactly," Elowen said. "We're not ready to flaunt victory yet. It wasn't clean. Too many lost their homes, their families, and their future. What the elven realm needs isn't parades—it's healing."
Isabella rested her elbow on the couch's edge, head propped on her palm. "And how do you plan to do that?"
