Ronan
The Council Hall loomed ahead. I hadn’t even planned to show up until the next cycle. But then Lila called.
Frantic and urgent.
“Ronan, please. It’s urgent. They’re voting on it now. You have to be here.”
No specifics. Just her voice, panic rippling beneath each syllable. I didn’t question it.
Now, seated in the Council chamber, with twelve pairs of eyes flickering from ancient tomes to digital screens, I regretted the blind trust instantly.
The room buzzed with tense whispers. I caught the tail-end of Lila’s speech as I stepped in.
“…what Jaxon is proposing would destroy the equilibrium. Kale could be next. You all know how close they are. He’s preparing a consolidation decree.”
My boots echoed as I walked down the aisle. Lila’s gaze snapped to me, relieved, too relieved.
