Her body arches towards you. She refuses to break eye contact. You've known the dame to be intense in your time as her emissary, warmonger, assassin, subordinate, victim, and now prisoner, but the degree of heat she's bringing to the table is enough to make even you sweat a bit.
The silence is lifted as she elaborates. In the time since court adjourned, she's had her top researchers use the gift left by the Scribe to learn everything. And they just finished compiling their notes, delivered them to this office mere moments ago. A copy for her, a copy for her King... and a copy for you. You squint on reflex, and she chuckles. You still don't get it, she says.
So, she lays her cards on the table: one last deal, Sharper. One final gamble. You are the wildcard in this game, and she is willing to put you back in play right here, right now.
In exchange for the complete and absolute pardon of your crimes against the Kingdom of Derse, you will become its agent of chaos and secure victory for it in this game's final iteration. You will take this reconnaissance material and exploit it for all its worth. Accept your freedom and win. By any means necessary, she adds.