Leya did not utter a single word when she walked out of that banquet hall.

No victory speech.

No "I told you so."

No drama in asserting her throne.

She left them simmering in their silence—the most lethal poison in the room.

For what was more poisonous than a woman getting a grip?

A woman who could get a grip… but did not.

Not yet.

The room reconfigured itself the moment she left it.

Vivian had been holding the rim of her wineglass so hard it ...