Kaiden’s eyebrow rose.
One brow, barely a centimeter. The rest of his face didn’t move.
"You know who my mother is."
"I do."
"That’s a very short list."
"It is." Eleanora crossed back to her chair, his tea in her hands, and set it in front of him with the care of a woman who’d just told a dangerous young man that she knew his biggest secret and wanted him to have a warm beverage while they discussed it. "Which should tell you where I sit in the food chain."
Kaiden took the cup. The chamomile and honey hit his senses, grounding and absurdly domestic given the circumstances. He sipped.
’She’s higher up than I assumed,’ he thought. The Association knew. He’d known that the Association knew. The government didn’t let an Ashborn heir walk around unregistered without someone keeping tabs, and Kaiden had made peace with that reality years ago. But he’d expected the information to live in sealed files handled by high-level intelligence analysts who’d never meet him face to face.
The Senior Director of the Competition Division knowing on sight meant that she was likely more than met the eye. A mere competition director didn’t need to be aware of such secrets, as opposed to Grace, for example, the Association Chairman’s Secretary.
"You’re not very surprised," Eleanora observed.
"That the government knows who my mother is? No, of course not." He set the cup down. "That the woman running the entire tournament knows? That’s new information."
She smiled at that. The genuine one, not the professional variant.
"Did you know? I owe my life to Vespera Ashborn."
The words came out simply, without ceremony.
"About seven years ago. Early days of the awakened era, back when the Association was still writing protocols on the fly and every field operation was a coin flip. I was running a survey assignment in a rift zone that had been classified as low-risk." She paused. "It was not low-risk."
She folded her hands on the table.
"My team was wiped in the first engagement. I spent two days pinned under rubble with a shattered femur and a communication artifact that couldn’t reach anyone. The rift had destabilized, the extraction window had closed, and the official assessment was that everyone inside was dead."
Her eyes were steady.
"Your mother walked into that rift alone. The Association had flagged the zone as compromised and actively discouraged entry. She went anyway, because she was interested in the monsters inside."
Kaiden’s expression didn’t change, but something behind his eyes settled into recognition. He knew exactly what kind of woman his mother was.
"She wasn’t there for me," Eleanora said. "She was there because she smelled opportunity. A collapsing rift full of creatures that the government had decided were too dangerous to engage was, for Vespera Ashborn, a buffet. She walked in alone and she cleared the entire zone by herself."
She paused.
"Finding me was incidental. I was buried under a slab of collapsed stone, half-dead, and she pulled me out, checked my pulse, told me that she wasn’t with the association so I should take care of myself because she was busy, and moved on. I don’t think she spent more than ten seconds on me."
"My apologies... She can be a cold person at times," Kaiden apologized, though he knew it was too little too late.
But instead... "Oh, there’s no need for that. No child should answer for the actions of their parents, and also, I admire her greatly."



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