Lucien’s POV

“Do you really think Ezra would come?” Elder Phin asked, his voice cutting through the low murmurs in the chamber.

He leaned forward in his chair, the golden insignia of his rank glinting against his chest. “From the recent news on the southern border, it would be stupid for him to even try it.”

A few of the elders nodded in agreement.

Elder Mora, the oldest of them all, tapped her cane lightly against the floor. “Ezra might be many things, but he’s not a fool,” ...