The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and heavy with the burden of the looming war.
Stefano exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples before turning to me. His golden eyes were unreadable, but his voice was firm. “Leanna, go to your room.”
I stiffened. “But–”
“This is not up for discussion.” His tone left no room for argument. “The council and the generals need to discuss our next steps. You don’t need to be involved in this.”
Anger bubbled up in my chest. “I am involved, Stefano. They accused me of treason, and I–”
Stefano shot me a warning look. “And I cleared your name. This isn’t about you anymore. Go.”
I clenched my fists. It wasn’t fair. He was shutting me out again, treating me like I was fragile when I had already endured so much.
But I knew there was
