Kyenna's POV
I knew the minute I stepped into the chamber that this wasn't going to be a civil meeting.
The air was too still, too controlled. The council chamber which was usually humming with academic bickering and philosophical debate was suffocatingly quiet. Tension hung like smoke, and every gaze that turned toward me carried the same unspoken question: Whose side are you on, Kyenna?
I didn't answer them. I didn't need to. My position had been clear from the start.
I took my seat, folding my hands in my lap to keep them from shaking. Thirteen high-backed chairs circled the obsidian table, one for each senior council member. I could feel my heartbeat echo in the carved stone walls, a rhythmic thump that didn't belong in a place like this. Not when the future of one of my
