تسجيل الدخول“It is rather unbearable to contemplate living in conditions like these,” High Chancellor Mason replied, somehow managing to sound both sympathetic and utterly detached. “Surely your time would be better spent in an environment conducive to your important work.”
“And whose fault is it that these conditions exist?” I asked pointedly, crossing my arms. “Whose responsibility is it to ensure that every member of Silver Crest has access to basic necessities like food, shelter, and medical care? Because from where I’m standing, the administration has catastrophically failed these people.”
Mason looked at me then, really looked at me, and a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn’t a pleasant smile, it was the expression of someone who&rsqu
The compound air felt thick with tension as Asher sauntered through the gates, his presence commanding attention like a storm rolling over still waters. I watched him approach with that infuriating smile plastered across his face, the kind of smile that suggested he’d already won whatever game he was playing. Behind him, I could feel the people of the quarters shrinking back, their fear palpable as the High Guards flanked their Alpha Secundus like shadows given form.The evening had settled in completely now, and the wind howled through the spaces between buildings, carrying with it the scent of dust and desperation. Asher was dressed like he was attending some grand ball rather than visiting what amounted to a refugee camp. His dark ash hair caught the artificial lights, shimmering with an almost unnatural sheen. Everything about him was calculated, from his tailored clothes to his easy stride. He wanted to be noticed, wanted to be impressive, and I hated that it was working.Of all
“It is rather unbearable to contemplate living in conditions like these,” High Chancellor Mason replied, somehow managing to sound both sympathetic and utterly detached. “Surely your time would be better spent in an environment conducive to your important work.”“And whose fault is it that these conditions exist?” I asked pointedly, crossing my arms. “Whose responsibility is it to ensure that every member of Silver Crest has access to basic necessities like food, shelter, and medical care? Because from where I’m standing, the administration has catastrophically failed these people.”Mason looked at me then, really looked at me, and a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn’t a pleasant smile, it was the expression of someone who&rsqu
I had become some sort of local hero after my confrontation with Alpha Primus, which was both flattering and deeply uncomfortable. Word had spread through Mountain Back like wildfire, the story growing more embellished with each retelling until I’d supposedly sent five guards flying, quoted an entire legal treatise from memory, and made Kieran himself bow before leaving. The reality had been dramatic enough without the additions, but I understood why people needed the exaggeration. They needed to believe that someone could stand up to power and walk away intact.Children now waved at me shyly from doorways. Adults nodded respectfully as I passed. An elderly woman had pressed a small bundle of dried herbs into my hands that morning, whispering blessings I didn’t feel I deserved. It was overwhelming and humbling all at once.But I knew the uncomfortable truth that these grateful people didn’t understand: Kieran had allowed me to leave. The Continental Law I’d quoted so confidently? It w
I had barely settled back into reviewing the reports on my desk when the door opened again, this time with far less drama. Asher glided into the room with his characteristic grace, looking thoroughly amused by something. There was a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes sparkled with barely contained mirth.“Your uncle seemed a bit upset,” he observed with mock innocence as he moved further into the chamber, his movements fluid and relaxed. “Family quarrel, I presume? Or just the usual power struggles that make our lives so endlessly entertaining?”“I just reminded him of his place in the hierarchy, that’s all,” I replied, setting aside the papers I’d been trying to focus on. They could wait. “So, what elaborate lies
I liked Mason Stone pissed off. There was something deeply satisfying about watching his carefully constructed composure crack, seeing the veins in his neck pulse with barely contained rage, knowing that I was the one who’d put that furious gleam in his eyes. I loved making him understand that no matter how many clever schemes he concocted, no matter how far ahead he thought he’d moved, ten steps, twenty, a hundred, I was always further ahead. Always fifty steps beyond his reach, watching his machinations like a chess player who’d already seen the endgame.The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Hall, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Asher had left hours ago for another one of his favorite activities, meetings with our allies where he would spin elaborate webs of half-truths and careful omissions, somehow making everyone believe they were getting exactly what they wanted while giving them nothing at all. Meanwhile, Kieran had departed on what I conside
What I saw made my blood run cold.Heavily armed men were moving through the crowd like wolves through sheep. I recognized them immediately, High Guards of the Council, their black uniforms and silver insignias marking them as the elite enforcers of Alpha law. They were violently shoving people out of the way, their weapons raised threateningly. An elderly woman fell to the ground, and they stepped over her without a second glance. A young man tried to help her up and was struck across the face with the butt of a rifle for his trouble.And they were all heading toward my door.Without thinking, without considering the consequences or the danger or how monumentally stupid I was being, I dashed forward to confront the







