The Collapse and the Prince's Wrath

The heavy oak doors had barely sealed shut behind Lady Rosalind before the true weight of the morning settled over the dining hall. Kaelia remained pinned to her seat, her paranoid thoughts swirling in a dark, relentless loop. She was nothing special. Her supposed upper hand in this brutal selection was a fragile illusion, and she was sitting at a table surrounded by predators who knew the rules o