The Grand Assembly Hall of the High Council in Grandos was a majestic sea of white marble, towering banners, and solemn prestige.
Delegates, Alphas, and High Sovereigns from across the four continental quadrants filled the tiered galleries, their hushed conversations creating a low, resonant rumble throughout the chamber. Silver chandeliers cast a warm, radiant light across the central podium, where the crest of the Neutral Alliance hung side-by-side with the Supreme Council’s golden seal.
I sat at the head table reserved for the Neutral Territories, flanked by Lord Malakor and two senior envoys.
I wore an icy blue velvet gown tailored with high, silver-embroidered collars that structured my frame with regal authority. My hair was styled up, secured with a hairpin crafted from polished
