Aagni watched.

Oh yes.

He watched.

Perched in the shadows, he watched as his leader made a fool of herself in the Audience chamber, speaking broken sentences and tossing horrid glances here and there. Truly the cur of a woman was the epitome of unladylike. He did not move to save her, He did not come to her rescue. It was obvious she lingered on purpose. Thus, for now, the man behind the mask watched in the rafters of the Audience chamber. He moved unseen, silent as a grave through the Queens courtyard and onto the roof, clambering through a skylight to reach his position here.

He had come because he was concerned. Now he only saw that his trip was folly.