In the council room, a distinct aroma of parchment, ink, and the lingering wax from the dying candles that adorned the hall permeated the air. Outside, the wind rustled against the palace windows, creating a gentle, intermittent drumbeat against the stone walls. Kaelin’s attention was fixed on the letters before her, meticulously detailing the diminishing harvests in the northern provinces and the minor uprisings that had begun to stir in the outer territories.She should have experienced a sense of satisfaction in the precision of her notes, the clarity of her recommendations, and the meticulous analysis she had invested in every word. However, a subtle tension had settled over her, causing each breath to feel slightly heavier. A change had transpired, although she could not yet pinpoint its exact nature.Riven entered quietly, his presence exuding a palpable pull within the room. He had been absent for several days, overseeing border patrols and mediating a dispute between two minor
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