Freyah.
I sat in silence upon the throne, my hands resting on its cold armrests... yet within me, a fire raged, long restrained and aching to be unleashed. Gillian allowed every passage to remain open, not because he was weak, but because he sought the truth. He wished to tear away every mask and lay bare the faces beneath.
One by one, Maximus’s allies entered... rogues and feral werewolves, their eyes burning with rage and a hunger for power. Curses echoed through the hall, along with mockery and venomous words hurled at Prince Gillian. Some laughed. Others sought to intimidate.
But we remained calm. We allowed them to spill every drop of poison festering in their chests.
Then Gillian rose.
With every step he took toward the front, I could feel the weight of his patience... this was
