Barbara's POV
Why must my brother constantly meddle with the ancient Laws and endless trials? Why does he insist on bowing to those insufferable Elders at every turn?
One wrong glance, one misplaced word, and everything I have sacrificed for will crumble to dust. I never intended harm to befall my family, yet circumstances forced me to make choices that still burn in my conscience. Even now, I harbor no remorse for those decisions.
"Good morning everyone. I trust we are all prepared for this audience with the Elders?" Patton announces as he strides into our private dining chamber, his voice carrying that familiar weight of authority.
"What purpose does it serve to have the entire family present?" I demand, my patience already wearing thin. I have scrutinized every possible angle, yet I cannot fathom why the Elders require an assembly of the complete Royal bloodline.
