As tension rose in the council chamber, with accusations flung and voices growing sharper, a steady voice rose, calm and deep like a breeze sweeping through a firestorm."
"Your Majesty... and esteemed members of the council."
The man stood up.
"I am Kalan of House Laurentier. If I may, I wish to say a few words."
Kalan's eyes moved from face to face, not with challenge, nor with deference, but with a calm, unwavering presence."
Amara gave a small nod. A simple gesture—but one that carried a hint of relief. If anyone could bring reason back into this room, it was Kalan.
"I share Lord Gareth's view," he began, turning slightly toward the man whose very presence chilled the air around him. "To cast doubt on the loyalty of those seated at this table is, without question, an affront to Astravelle. Trust is the foundation of all we have built."
