Chapter 130: Nyra’s POV

Orran’s throne room was exactly as I remembered it, vast, cold, and designed to make everyone who entered feel small.

Gold threaded the pillars like veins, catching the light in a way meant to dazzle and blind. Banners hung from the vaulted ceiling, heavy with symbols of conquest and bloodline pride. The throne itself sat on a raised dais, all carved stone and gilded edges, less a seat than a declaration.

Roe didn’t hesitate.

She sprinted ahead of me, boots ...