The arrest of Lord Renwick and the coalition envoy sent ripples through the court. Whispers spread like wildfire, each one adding fuel to the already fragile state of trust among the nobles. Damien, however, had no time to dwell on the political fallout. Calder's plans were in motion, and every moment spent unraveling the conspiracy brought the kingdom closer to safety—or ruin.
Damien stood in the war room of Winter's Crown, his steel-gray eyes scanning the map before him. Amara leaned against the wall, her sharp blue eyes watching him thoughtfully. Carys was at the table, marking potential weak points along the kingdom's borders, her green eyes focused and steady.
"We've dealt a blow to Calder's network here in the capital," Damien began, his voice steady. "But Renwick's actions have shown us just how deeply Calder's influence runs. There may be others like him—nobles who see this war as an opportunity rather than a threat."