KAEL’S POVThe great hall of Rorik's throne room smelled like cold stone, old blood, and petty politics. I stood at the base of the marble steps, twelve of my best men behind me. Not as an army but a statement to them all. I came here to talk, not to burn the place down. Yet. My suit was black and my tie neatly put in place. I had my Enforcer crest positioned clearly at the right side of my chest. I wasn’t here just as a shifter, I was here as the Enforcer. To talk reason with them. I was here as the man who amended half their laws. The doors opened wide for me and my men and we walked in gracefully.King Rorik sat on the Throne, that crown heavy on his head, but his eyes even heavier. At his right, Princess Armea was seated, arms crossed, gown still the same gold from yesterday. At his left, Prince Dain with that arrogant look on his face, who was already gripping the armrest like he wanted to stand. Below them, the Council members were also seated. Seven elders. Three of them
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