"Thank you, Thomas. You’re dismissed for the morning," Demetrius added smoothly, offering the headmaster a sharp, conclusive nod.
Thomas gathered his folders, offered one last respectful bow to us both, and quietly slipped out of the council room.
The heavy door click signaled the end of the official business, and the room instantly relaxed. Sam stretched his arms over his head, letting out a heavy breath as he moved away from the window. "Well, that's a massive step forward. I'll get the runners prepared to take those notices to Crescent Ridge and Walker Run the second Thomas has the drafts finalized."
"Make sure they ride under our royal seal, Sam," Demetrius instructed, leaning back in his chair but keeping his eyes locked onto mine. "I want Richard and Marcus to know this comes dire
