The heavy doors of the war council chamber burst open without warning. Two royal guards stumbled in, dragging a cloaked figure between them. The hood fell back to reveal Princess Elowen; her elegant features composed despite the rough treatment. Her lavender-and-steel scent cut through the room like a blade, carrying layers of ambition, confidence, and something sharper...calculated risk.
The triplets rose as one, golden eyes narrowing. Seren's claws flexed instinctively beneath the table, her wolf bristling at the sudden intrusion of their ambitious sister.
Elowen lifted her chin, meeting their gazes without flinching. "Brothers. I come under the flag of parley, not as enemy. At least… not today."
"Remove her," Kael growled, already half-shifting, dark fur rippling along his arms.
"Wait." Aeron's voice cut through like ice. He studied Elowen with narrowed eyes. "Speak. Quickly. Before we decide whether to throw you in the same cells where Castor's traitors rotted."
