Edwardo's POVI pace the corridor, boots squeaking on the polished stone every time I pivot. The noise scrapes at my nerves. Not enough to truly grate, just enough to make me aware of the time they’re wasting.The council chamber looms beside me, doors sealed. Of course, they’re late.Fucking typical.I glance at my watch again, though I already know exactly how far behind they are. I detest lateness. Especially from men who believe power excuses a lack of discipline. But I don’t get to call them out. Not here. Not yet.‘Keep it together,’ Metis murmurs from the back of my mind. His presence is steady, controlled, always measured.He has never once risen to bait or chaos. I wish I could say the same.I force my arms behind my back, spine straightening, posture settling into the stance drilled into me over years. The second I do, the right-hand door creaks open.Elis, the council scribe, appears.“They are ready for you, General,” he says with a bow, stepping aside to let me pass.I me
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