Morwenna's POV
Smoke curled around me like a living thing, rising from the wreckage of the council chamber. I stood at the edge of the broken dais, staring at the blood-soaked stone where the High Seer had fallen. His robes still smoked. No one moved him. No one dared speak.
I had spoken the ancient words. The ones etched into my bones. And the curse answered.
Behind me, the silence cracked. I heard Leofric’s boots scuff over the shattered marble as he approached. His steps were slower than usual—he was still recovering from the last backlash. From me.
"You shouldn't have done it," he said, his voice low.
"They voted to strip me of my title. Sabine too. What other choice did I have?"
He didn’t argue. That terrified me more than shouting would’ve.
I turned to face him. "They were go
