Aurora’s POV

For a heartbeat, the entire courtyard fell silent.

George stood before us with the scroll in hand, the wax seal broken, his expression composed but unmistakably firm as he addressed the gathering.

“The Crescent Alliance has made their decision,” he announced, projecting his voice so the servants, guards, and spectators could hear every word. “They have chosen, ”

Keith leaned forward, breath held, hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair.

“..Aurora.”

The word ...