Mary Ann’s POV
The imperial capital made Ironclaw look quiet.
That was my first thought when our carriage passed beneath the outer gates.
The city stretched far beyond anything I had expected. White stone towers rose over wide roads lined with old pack banners. Council buildings occupied entire blocks. Carriages carrying Alpha crests moved through the streets beside merchants, guards, diplomats, and servants wearing uniforms from territories I had never visited.
Everything felt organized.
Controlled.
Observed.
Even the silence around important buildings felt deliberate.
Modric sat opposite me inside the carriage, one hand resting near the window.
Kylian rode ahead with part of our security detail. Liora and the Nightveil legal representatives followed in the carriage behind us.
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