Seeds of Dissent

Elder Vane’s POV

The thick, polished doors creaked shut behind me as I stepped into the assembly chamber. The air was still, heavy with the kind of silence that didn’t last long. It never did in this room. The sun filtered in through the long arched windows, casting pale streaks across the long stone table. Twelve chairs. Twelve Elders. And the King’s seat, towering at the end, draped in dark velv