Chapter 92: Power Shifts
(Diana's POV)
The heels of my boots struck the polished floor with a steady rhythm as I approached the council chamber. Each step echoed through the hallway, sharp and deliberate, announcing my arrival. Power—it was no longer intangible, no longer just a whisper of what could be. Today, it was within my grasp.
The heavy oak doors loomed before me. Their solid presence was a reminder of traditions and legacies, but I would step past them and redefine what leadership looked like.
I spotted Dominic slouched against the wall nearby. His broad shoulders were curved inward, his stance broken. Blue eyes, once cold and calculating, stared blankly ahead. He didn’t even notice me at first.
"Well, well, well," I said sweetly, stopping just a few feet from him. My vo
