The war room remained silent after the guard left.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Kael still held the payment record in his hand.
His eyes remained fixed on the royal seal stamped at the bottom.
It looked exactly like his.
The same crest.
The same markings.
The same deep impression in the wax.
But Kael had never authorized the payment.
He slowly placed the document on the table.
"Bring me the royal seal."
One of the guards bowed.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He hurried away.
I watched Kael carefully.
His anger wasn't loud.
That frightened me more.
He looked like a man trying desperately to keep control of something that was breaking inside him.
Damian stood beside the table.
"If someone copied the seal, they had access to ancient magic."
Kael looked at him.
"Explain."
Damian po
