(Archer)I smirk. “Why shouldn’t I? I’m the only one capable of ruling with strength. Not you, not Luka, and certainly not Angus or Timothy or even Charmaine.”At the mention of Angus, I see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. He knows what I’ve been saying about Angus. That he’s a traitor, that he’s abandoned his people. But Daniel, always the diplomat, always the pacifist, refuses to act.“You’re playing with fire, Archer,” Daniel warns. “If you go through with this, there will be no going back.”“Good,” I say, the storm swirling harder now, the wind starting to whip through the room. “I don’t intend to go back.”Without another word, I turn to my advisors. “Send word to the northern forces. We move now.”But before they can move, Daniel steps forward, raising a hand. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, brother.”And then, from behind him, more figures step into the room. Rocco and Alicia. I feel a surge of fury as I see them, the wolves, always interfering, always meddling in Elven
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