Chapter 173
Sylus
The marble steps of the Royal Court gleamed under the late afternoon sun, each footfall echoing with weight, with history. I descended them slowly, my hands clasped behind my back, the heavy cloak of power settling across my shoulders like armor. On my right, Lucien kept pace, his tone calm, his words precise.
"Three packs in the southern forest region have requested additional warding," he said, flipping through the parchment scrolls he held. "They've reported odd sounds—possibly ferals—but no actual sightings. The Dawnspire Pack is requesting reinforcements to protect the western border. Not an emergency, but they say they’ve been undermanned since—"
"Since the war," I finished for him, my voice low, smooth, thoughtful.
He nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
Lucien. Loya
