Everyone—clan members, the guests, even the prince—stood in silence, watching the drama unfold. They weren't to talk or raise their voice in the presence of the Caelum.
The hall was completely silent except for them.
Jolthar stood in the shadows, watching it all unfold. His mind churned with thoughts, his eyes taking in every detail. He was looking at the patriarch and wondered why he made such a sudden decision.
Lorryll turned to his mother, Elowen, a flicker of desperation flashing across his features. "Mother, you know me. You know my heart. I've always sought what is best for this family. Give me the chance to prove that I can lead us to greatness."
Elowen's expression was cold, her jaw tightening as she spoke. "You had your chance, Lorryll, and you squandered it. You've brought shame to our name with your reckless ambitions. How can you ask us to trust you now?
You shouldn't have left the clan."
