The Spy Who Chose Chains
"I…" She regarded Leon once more. Bit her lip. Then finally breathed out through her nose.
"…Vellore," she stated at last, her tone husky. "I am from the Vellore Kingdom."
Leon's brow creased. "That's far from here."
She nodded slowly. "Too far for coincidence."
Leon's eyes leaned in. "And your name?"
There was a moment of hesitation. A flash of something crossed her face—defiance, or perhaps shame. Then she breathed out.
"Natasha, here. Queen of Vellore's sister… and wife to the King himself."
Nova's eyes snapped closed, a shiver running into her tone. "Vellore."
The name was heavy. Heavy with old wounds. Broken promises.
Natasha went on, voice deadpan but strained, like a person treading a thin blade. "I was sent by the King of Vellore to infiltrate Moonstone Kingdom… and undermine it from the inside."
