Lady Delegate

The air in the Archon’s hall solidified, growing thick and suffocating. Venyra’s question hung in the vast space between them, a desperate challenge demanding an answer Xavien refused to give. His amber eyes remained an unreadable mask, giving nothing away.

She frowned, the twisting terror in her gut threatening to rise into her throat. She didn't wait for him to find his voice.

“I accept,” sh