The early morning sun bathed Winter's Crown in a pale light, but the warmth did little to ease the tension in the palace. The captured leaders from the southern cove had been placed in the dungeons, and their interrogation was set to begin. The cove's destruction had dealt a crippling blow to the remnants of the rebellion, but Damien knew better than to let his guard down.
Amara and Carys joined him in the war room, where the intelligence gathered from the cove was spread across the table. Damien's steel-gray eyes moved from document to document, searching for anything they might have missed.
"This feels too easy," Amara said, leaning against the table. Her sharp blue eyes flicked toward Damien. "First the cove, now their leaders. Don't get me wrong—I like winning, but when was the last time these people made it this easy?"