The grand conference room was abuzz with tension as Cambrik Sher took her seat at the head of the table, her expression calm yet unwavering. She exuded a quiet confidence that held the attention of every powerful figure in the room. Political and business allies from the largest empires—the Roths, the Hawts, the Dions—all watched her with equal parts curiosity and caution. Fenn Marno sat beside her, his face impassive, but his loyalty and trust in her evident. He knew she was ready to reclaim her family’s legacy, and he had no doubt she would command the room with the same strength she’d shown in private.
Fedric Roth cleared his throat, an uncertain look in his eyes. “Miss… or rather…” He paused, caught off guard by her presence and seeming calm.
Cambrik allowed herself a faint smile, he
