CHAPTERS 17: Elira's Lies
Caelum's POV
In the morning, Elira had summoned some elders, without my knowledge.
"You summoned the Elders? Why?" I questioned, walking into the council hall, the burn of fresh rage coiling under my skin.
Elira didn't even move. She was there standing at the center of the room, covered in a soft silver robes, her hands were resting slightly over her belly. Her face was very pale, her hair braided back in careful grief, like a mourning goddess carved from stone.
"I had no choice, because there has been a tragedy." She said quietly.
The room was silent, too silent. My steps slowed. I read the faces around her—Elder Corrin with his hawk-like eyes, Elder Mave with her fingers covered like in a prayer. Marcus rested against a pillar near the window unreadable, but watching Elira with a little much interest.
"What kind of tragedy?" I said, biting each word like a bone.
Elira turned to face me fully and placed her hand on her flat tummy.
