Raavi stood amidst the charged atmosphere, the weight of the moment palpable as Soraya, the Bene Aeles, stood before the King, her powers now unrestrained. The tension in the room crackled as the Dragons encircled the woman, a protective barrier born from their apprehension, as well as keeping on the alert on the handful of Bene Aeles in the room. She trusts on their group’s loyalty to the King. For years, they never thought of conspiring against him—something that she’s holding onto, not wanting to think the worst of the situation.
Soraya lifted her head, eyes unexpectedly locking on her. The woman’s skin is wrinkled brought by old age, but her eyes hold knowledge far greater than anyone could possibly have. Attention pierced on her for a fleeting moment. It was a silent acknowledgment t
