The halls of Vesper Hold dripped with elegance and menace in equal measure.Candles burned low in ancient sconces, casting tall shadows along the marbled floors. Silk tapestries whispered of conquests past—bloodlines vanquished, monarchs dethroned, oaths sworn in ash. The scent of old magic lingered in the air, beneath the colder, cleaner aroma of power.Luscius Vesper stood at the great stained-glass window of the council chamber, his arms folded behind his back. Below, the crimson river that carved through the mountain valley shimmered like wine under moonlight.He didn't turn when the chamber doors groaned open."You summoned me, Father," he said evenly."We summoned you," came the cool, sharp voice of Lady Virella, one of the Seven.Luscius turned.The entire High Council was present. Seven lords and ladies, each older than memory, seated around the obsidian table like gods passing judgment. And at the head sat Lord Theron Vesper, his father, face carved from stone, eyes like twin
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