Derek

The council chamber emptied slowly, the weight of my words still lingering in the air like a heavy storm cloud. My mind raced as I paced the room, Giovanni standing beside me, his presence a silent pillar of support.

King Worden had betrayed us. Not only had he conspired with rogues, but he had also directly ordered the execution of my nephew.

A man I once called an ally.

A man who knew the inner workings of Mallory’s defenses.

I clenched my fists, barely restraining the anger ...