Chapter 15: Rowan’s Humiliation

Lyria’s POV The council gathered again, this time in the main hall of Bloodshield Keep. Torches burned low, casting flickering shadows that stretched like claws across the stone walls. Rowan stood at the head, trying to wear the mask of authority, but it was cracked barely held together by pride and desperation. I entered the hall with Kael at my side, every step deliberate, every movement radiating control. The guards flinched instinctively, the council members whispering, and I felt the...