Lily
“What?” Rowan hissed, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What did you just say?”
No one else at the table moved. The Elders remained seated, their expressions carefully neutral, though their eyes shifted between Rowan and me. Rain pressed steadily against the tall windows, the sound low and constant, amplifying the tension in the room.
“I said Owen should be sent to a boarding school,” I repeated, my voice calm and deliberate.
Rowan stared at me as though he expected me to correct myself. When I didn’t, the disbelief on his face hardened into something sharper.
“You cannot be serious,” he said. “He is a child.”
“I am fully aware of that,” I replied. “And that is precisely why this needs to be addressed now, before this behavior turns into something we cannot control.”
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