In the torch-lit great hall of Talon Keep, Xiang Hu faced the assembled clan leaders.
"I owe you all an apology." Xiang Hu's voice carried across the silent chamber. "For years, I've guarded a secret that now seems pointless to keep."
Lady Jiao shifted in her seat, her fan still against her lap. Shadowmaster Ren remained motionless in the shadows while Elder Yao stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Many of you remember the dark days when assassins plagued the Imperial Palace." Xiang Hu's fingers traced the edge of the table. "What was never officially acknowledged was the gravest crime - the infant prince, stolen from his imperial cradle."
Bai Lei's eyes widened. Lady Ying's hands tightened around her teacup.
"The palace suppressed the news." Xiang Hu's shoulders sagged under the weight of old guilt. "The Emperor could not appear vulnerable, not when enemies circled like vultures. So the truth was buried."
