Sera's POVThe council meeting dragged the way council meetings always do, slow and full of the same old arguments, the same old careful words. We sat at the long oak table, the hybrid status framework spread out between us, every line we had worked on for weeks now on public record. My father spoke quietly with Mara in the next room, their voices steady, but I kept my eyes on the documents, on Riven beside me, on the eldest council woman nodding as we pushed through the final clauses. It took hours, but we got through it. No surprises. No loopholes slipping past. Just the work, the way I had always done it.When the gavel finally fell, the room let out a collective breath. Riven stood first, his hand brushing mine under the table, and said, “That’s it for today.” No fanfare. No extra meeting. Just us.I looked at him, the morning light still soft through the windows. “Where are we going?”He smiled, small and private. “Somewhere you’ve never been.”An hour later we left Northesk, the
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