The streets of Eastvale had grown quiet in the days following Sorin's arrest. The merchant lord's network had been dismantled, his influence stripped away. Yet, despite the victory, Damien knew the battle was far from over. The eastern territories were a fragile web of alliances and grudges, and Sorin's removal had left a void that could easily be filled by another opportunist.
Damien stood on the balcony of the Eastvale governor's mansion, his steel-gray eyes scanning the bustling market below. The people were slowly returning to their routines, but the tension in the air was palpable.
"You look like a man waiting for a storm to break," Amara said, stepping onto the balcony. Her sharp blue eyes glinted as she leaned against the railing.
"Because I am," Damien replied. "Sorin's arrest was a victory, but it's only the beginning. His allies in the court and the guilds won't take this lying down."
Amara smirked faintly. "Good. I like it when they squirm."