Sunlight slanted through tall arched windows of the council chamber, illuminating the long table where the ruling council of Silvermoor now convened under the new triumvirate. Banners of the royal wolf sigil hung beside the silver-rose emblem that had recently been granted to Princess Elowen as a symbol of her formal inclusion.
Seren sat at the centre of the triangular arrangement of thrones. The bond hummed steadily with her mates; Kael's protective warmth on her left, Aeron's cool calculation on her right, Theron's watchful shadows behind her. They had healed enough to appear strong, but the scars from the ravine and the plains were still visible in the way Kael favoured his shoulder and Aeron moved with careful precision.
Princess Elowen took her newly assigned seat at the long table for the first time. She wore deep indigo trimmed with silver, her posture elegant but commanding. The moment the session opened, she leaned forward, voice smooth and precise.
