The council chamber still hummed faintly with the echoes of Azriel’s voice when Lord Thane stepped into the corridor. The doors shut behind him with a muted boom, cutting off the lingering light of the torches within. The marble floor was cool beneath his boots, his steps measured, deliberate, as though he carried the weight of the entire debate in his stride. Beside him walked Lady Selene, her silken cloak trailing like shadowed water, her sharp eyes glinting in the torchlight. She had not spoken much during the session—she rarely did—but when she did, her words had landed like blades, precise and impossible to ignore. Lord Roman followed, broad-shouldered and heavy, his armor clinking faintly with each step. Unlike Selene’s calculated grace or Thane’s measured calm, Roman carried the look of a man who would rather be on a battlefield than behind polished stone walls. His voice, when it came, was rough and low, carrying into the hollow space of the corridor. “He speaks well enou
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