Third Person POV
The room was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, the flickering light casting long shadows on the shelves of ancient scrolls and dusty tomes. Elira sat behind her desk, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the dark window overlooking the council grounds. The weight of the evening’s vote pressed heavy in the air.
The door creaked softly, and Rhys stepped inside without knocking, a weary smile tugging at his lips. His usual confident posture seemed smaller tonight.
“Elira,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him.
She didn’t turn immediately. After a long silence, she spoke without looking away from the window. “Ilen’s vote sealed it. The council chooses to bind Daphne with chains of law instead of freeing her with justice.”
Rhys sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It
