Lyra’s POV
In the morning following Lord Cassian’s violent and completely public banishment, the keep itself seemed tense as a tightly drawn bowstring, straining against the pressure.
It seemed that all of the news of the House of Vane being utterly destroyed reached the capital in the span of a few hours. The elders were in a hysterical uproar, now realizing that the Warlord had been serious with his threats. Fenrir drew a line in blood, and anyone that dared to cross it would lose their head.
Due to the political implications, Fenrir had no choice but to hold an emergency war council in the lower tactical rooms. The northern borders had to be secured against Morana’s mercenaries, and loyalties of the remaining Vanguard commanders would be forcefully reestablished.
Fenrir himself hesi
