The Council chamber smelled like lemon oil and arguments that never finished. Elders sat on the carved semicircle like chess pieces that refused to move unless you named the rule out loud.
Miriam inclined her head when I entered. “Isabella."
“Elder." I stood at the center table, binder shut, palms flat. Kevin took a seat behind me, slantwise like a shield that could talk.
The double doors swung again. Jones strode in with two guards and a storm in his jaw. Sophia followed, pale and precise in a cream dress, a silk scarf draped like a plea.
Rowan rapped his staff. “We are convened. Matter: Petition for Dissolution, and any related motions."
Jones didn't wait for invitation. “I object." His voice carried like a command trained since childhood. “I do not accept the divorce. I demand my w
