Syria’s POV
“Welcome, everyone, to the Tribal Alliance Conference!”
The host’s voice echoed through the grand hall.
The event itself looked like something out of a royal painting. Chandeliers hanging from the tall wooden ceiling, banners of every tribe draped along the walls, and the scent of burning herbs mixing with perfume.
Everyone was dressed exquisitely—fine silks, gold pins, and traditional robes with clan emblems stitched on the sleeves.
I felt small just standing there because I’m the only one who wore something simple. My hands were stiff at my sides.
“Are you having a great time?”
Kael was next to me, calm as always, looking belonged here. He’s used to this kind of thing.
“Yes, of course.”
I tried to blend in, pretending to look around casually, but really, I just didn’
