Nevara
The castle had never felt small before.
Not until we returned from the wolf lands with a decision that would not fit within its walls.
The council chamber filled quickly once word spread that Thoren had called for immediate assembly. Advisors filed in with varying degrees of composure, some still carrying papers they had clearly not intended to bring. A few members of the guard stood stationed along the perimeter of the room, alert but unobtrusive.
Michelle arrived last, not breathless, but wary.
That alone told me she sensed something significant was coming.
Thoren did not sit.
That detail mattered.
When he remained standing at the head of the long table instead of taking his chair, the room shifted subtly. This was not a discussion. It was a declaration.
“We have conclude
