They couldn't say it to the kings because they were powerful and had every right to go wherever they want.
But for me, even under their protection, I was still the omega they could oppress.
The council members have been around for years. Even before the great war. They were not a fan of kings as they believe themselves to be royalty and the goddess right hand, so they do not care. The only thing that mattered as their well maintained white hair.
I closed my eyes to calm myself.
My goodness.
This was so fucking harsh.
I sat there, breath caught in my chest, as their words rolled over me like knives dipped in ice. My heart pounded—not from fear. Not from sadness. From fury.
“You’re going to punish my children—my seven-year-old kids—because I live with men you don’t like?” I spat, my voice shaking now, not from nerves but from the effort it took to stay in my seat and not scream the place down. “Are you even hearing yourselves?”
Ama didn’t flinch. Neither did Maura. They just watched
