Fractured Thrones

Maverick’s POV

I stepped into the great hall again, the thick wooden doors closing behind me with that same old thud that always made my shoulders stiffen. The space felt colder than I remembered. Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was the way the voices bounced off the stone walls like whispers of judgment. I wasn’t new to this place. I had walked this floor more times than I could count. But today,