The Council room was vast, its walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the history of their world, wars won, kingdoms fallen, and beasts tamed. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the stone floors, the faint crackling of fire adding to the oppressive silence that hung in the air. Sienna stood at the center of the room, her posture straight, her hands clasped behind her back, but every muscle in her body screamed for freedom.
Around her, the members of the Council sat in their high-backed chairs, their faces shrouded in the gloom of the chamber. They regarded her with cold, calculating eyes, eyes that had seen countless betrayals, secrets, and lies. Their power was absolute, and they knew how to wield it with terrifying precision. She was nothing more than a pawn in thei
