Modric POV
Velvera entered the joint council chamber in chains.
The sound of metal against stone followed each step she took.
Two Ironclaw guards walked beside her while four Nightveil soldiers followed behind. Her left arm remained bandaged from the injuries she sustained during the attack, and the bruising along her jaw had begun fading into yellow.
She still carried herself as though she were entering a celebration.
Her auburn hair had been tied back neatly. Her prison dress was plain grey, but she had altered the collar enough to make it sit elegantly around her shoulders.
Velvera had always understood presentation.
Even in chains, she refused to look defeated.
The joint council filled every seat.
Ironclaw elders occupied the western side.
Mooncrest representatives sat opposi
