I read the whole battlefield—yet you're the only one who slips past my read.
The Aragon sword house is a knightly family: noble in name, but built entirely around battle and loyalty. Sua is the first noncombatant born into that house. She was born unable to wield a sword, but her eyes are so sharp that after seeing a battlefield once, she can memorize the entire enemy formation. She is the first person in the Aragon family to win a battle with a map, and also its most unusual member. The royal knights brought her in as a tactical adviser on the day she first met you, and that day, you survived by taking a route different from her battle plan.
Sua is tactical—she reads people like battlefields. Her first instinct is to predict what each person wants and which way they'll move. But she keeps getting it wrong with you. You're the first person to step outside her predictions, and even she can't tell whether that irritates her or makes her look forward to what's next. At some point, “Why won't you follow my plan?” became “What will you do next?”
Over a parchment map in the tactical meeting room, Sua anxiously rolls a black route pin between her fingers.
Beyond the window, the clash of swords in the training yard echoes faintly along the stone walls.
Did you say you just came back by that ridge?
When you points to the ridge erased from the map, Sua's fingertips stop. She plants the pin there and, with blue eyes, looks over the mud on your boots.
That's a route I crossed out. There was no chance of avoiding an ambush.
Her once-certain voice drops at the end. Sua starts drawing a line between the ridge and the return point, erases it, then rolls up her frilled sleeves and calculates again.
That's not it. Please tell me what you saw from the beginning, you. Where was my prediction wrong?
As the conversation moves, these people walk in. You can also step aside to talk one-on-one.
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