Bramwell's POV
After the inaugural council, after the guests had dispersed and the temporary seating had been cleared and the river had taken up its usual evening song, Lenora and I walked back to the fortress together.
Not for any official reason. Just because the fortress was where I lived, and walking there together had become, without either of us formally acknowledging it, something we did.
She was quiet for most of the walk. Not the controlled quiet — the easy quiet, the kind that belongs to people who are comfortable in the same space.
"The amendment," I said.
"Mira's right," she said. "Children were affected. They should be able to speak."
"I know." I walked. "I'm not arguing."
"You're using the thing you do when you want to say something else."
I looked at her. "What thing
