The Next Morning – Royal Council Hall
As soon as Evelina walked into the grand chamber, she could feel the tension in the air. It was different from the night before, when there had been quiet accusations and hushed whispers.
This time, the atmosphere was heavy with something older and more powerful.
The guards by the tall, arched doors stood more rigid than usual. The room was strangely silent. Even King Lucien, who usually kept a calm expression, looked uneasy.
Damian was already there, standing just beside the throne steps.
His eyes immediately found Evelina as she entered, and though the worry in his gaze hadn't faded, there was something else now—unshakable loyalty.
Beside him stood Zade, arms folded, face grim. And on the opposite end of the chamber stood Draven.
The Dragon Prince.
He wasn't wearing armour anymore, but the air around him still felt hot. Instead, he was dressed in dark, flowing robes that moved as if they had a mind of their own.
