Chapter 287

Kiernan’s POV

The Envoy didn't flinch when I presented the revised terms. She stood in the center of the Great Hall, her slate-grey uniform a stark contrast to the ancient, fire-warmed stone of the Estate.

She scrolled through the tablet with a detached, clinical speed, her eyes scanning the demands I had dictated: the withdrawal of Wardens, the medicinal shipments, the recognition of the North a