Chapter 105
Draven’s POV
Nothing prepared me for the work that came with being crowned.
What do y’all mean I have to commence immediately?
I had barely caught my breath from the chaos leading up to the coronation, and they already had me sitting in this damn chair, listening to a room full of elders drone on about treaties, alliances, and pack policies like my entire world hadn’t just shifted overnight.
The council hall was suffocatingly formal—tall, arched ceilings, heavy wooden furniture, the scent of parchment and ink thick in the air. The elders sat in their usual spots, their expressions ranging from neutral to mildly disapproving, as if I needed their silent judgments stacked onto my already growing list of burdens.
Discussions had been tense all morning, words circling in endl
