The Grand Hall was frozen in silence, every breath held as Elara's dagger pressed against Cedrin's throat.
A thin line of blood traced its way down the blade, crimson against the sharp silver edge.
The gathered crowd stood motionless, stunned by Elara's sudden appearance.
No one had seen her approach, and now, her lethal presence loomed over the hall like an icy storm.
Elion's golden eyes widened in surprise as he took a hesitant step forward. His mind raced as he tried to piece together how his mother had suddenly appeared here.
Mother… Wasn't she resting? Elion thought, his heart beating faster. When did she leave her chambers? How long has she been watching?
He turned his head slightly, his gaze darting toward Graviel. The family patriarch remained seated on his throne, his silver eyes as cold and unreadable as ever.
