From this day forward, any clandestine investigations into Ian would receive the tacit approval of the Elder Council... and perhaps even its protection.
She slowly straightened.
Morning light now flooded the banquet hall, and the twelve Rune Stone Pillars cast long shadows.
The three Elders resumed their seats and began to discuss the subsequent arrangements in low voices.
The eight heirs departed one after another.
Edwin was the quickest to leave, his back as rigid as a puppet's.
Adrian followed close behind, his steps so rushed that he nearly stumbled.
The other, lower-ranked heirs exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
Only Ashia paused as she passed Aidele.
The normally reserved fifth lady offered a rare, faint smile.
She said nothing, merely giving a slight nod before turning to leave.
Aidele watched until she disappeared through the doorway.
Then, she turned and walked toward a side door on the other side of the hall.
