Rosie’s P.O.V
I never thought betrayal could feel heavier than grief.
But the moment i stood before the family, the bloodstained tunic clutched in my hands like some relic of the truth, i realized just how deep this wound would go. Not just for me, but for all of us.
We were gathered in the council room. The long, weathered table stretched between us like a line drawn in the dirt, on one side, the loyal, the faithful, the blind. On the other, me.
The morning light spilled in through the cracked window panes, golden and harsh. Dust floated in the air like ash. Kai stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, jaw tight. Joan was absent, still recovering emotionally from what happened between she and Raven who still chose to be angry at her. Sabrina stood to his right, her face calm as
