Chapter 21 THE NIGHT OF SILVER OATHS

They didn’t let her rest.

The castle had barely finished whispering about the night the moon bent but didn’t break her, when the Council decided to hold a gathering.

Not a feast—those were joyous.

Not a trial—those were loud.

A convening.

Rigid. Controlled. Silent. Political.

Held only when so...

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