Thunder cracked as storm clouds rolled over Silverflame Keep.
In the war chamber, High Lord Severin threw a scroll onto the table. “The rebels in the Eastern Spine have fortified two passes. Your troops are late. Your alliance bride remains unconfirmed. And now, you want more provisions?"
Noah didn't flinch. “I want smarter deployment. Not louder politics."
Severin narrowed his eyes. “Then prove your loyalty. Swear fealty to the Alliance again. Publicly. With her at your side."
He gestured toward Sera, who stood silently near the chamber door, draped in formal robes. Ember lay curled beside her feet, eyes half-closed.
“Let her speak," Severin taunted. “Or do you fear her silence speaks louder than truth?"
Noah's jaw flexed.
Sera stepped forward. Lifted a slate from Mira's hands.
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