= Mikael =
“The rogue hasn’t uttered a single name,” Darius muttered, breaking the oppressive silence that had settled over the council chamber like a thick fog. His fingers drummed against the polished surface of the table, a rapid, impatient rhythm that betrayed the edge of his frustration. Each tap echoed too loudly in the quiet, a sound meant to punctuate his irritation but only highlighting how tight the room had become. “Not one.”
“Exactly,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension effortlessly, calm but firm. I didn’t raise it. I didn’t need to. The weight behind my words, the conviction, seemed to settle on the council like a slow, undeniable force.
Rogues didn’t keep secrets. They didn’t endure beyond their own interest. They didn’t pledge loyalty. They acted on impulse, on
