Layla's POV
I watched as my father walked through the room with an air of confidence that just fell from him effortlessly and he stopped a few steps short of the table where the head elder sat. He didn't say anything at first, he simply waited to be acknowledged.
This was the man that I remembered from my childhood, his strong presence that eclipsed everything else in the room, his silence, but also the confidence and air of inevitability that seemed to hang around him wherever he went. It was oppressive yet comforting at the same time. Dangerously safe was all I could think of to describe it.
Eventually, the head elder looked up and held his gaze unflinchingly, as if his aura was nothing.
"You asked to speak at this hearing?"
"Yes," my father replied and his voice carried
