It was Lord Mitch. With a swift motion, he pushed the document aside, his face twisted with defiance. The clerk hesitated for a moment, then picked up the document, his eyes nervously shifting between the council members, waiting for further instructions.
“What did you say?” Lord Arthur snapped.
Lord's Mitch voice was calm but firm. “You ask me to seal punishment for a woman who severed a bond with cause. That is not justice. That is control.”
The elites erupted in outrage. Edward's face twisted in fury. Without the seven seals, the judgement would not stand.
The Omegas sat up straighter, hope flickering in their tired eyes.
Lucille blinked, stunned. She hadn’t expected an ally.
Lord Arthur's eyes burned. “You defy the council?”
Lord Mitch met his gaze without flinching. “I uphold the law. If you want tyranny, write it plainly.”
The scroll trembled in the scribe’s hands. He hadn't experienced such scene before in the court room.
Lord Mitch leans forward, slamming his hand against his
