Aurora's POV
The armory doors slammed open. Kane burst through with his team, weapons clattering as they distributed crossbows and silver-tipped arrows. I arrived seconds later with my rescued court members, breathing hard.
The armory was well stocked. Weapons of every type lined the walls—ancient swords beside modern crossbows, ceremonial daggers next to military-grade silver arrows. Beautiful and terrifying.
"Aurora." Relief flooded Kane's voice when he spotted me. His eyes did that quick scan thing, checking for injuries before snapping back to business mode. "Status?"
"Thirty-seven court members secured in the east wing," I said, accepting the crossbow he shoved into my hands. "Most are civilians, but Lady Margaret has military training. Lord Vincent served in territorial guards to
