The polished stone of Saelira's war room gleamed under the cold light of hanging crystals.
Deep blue tapestries lined the walls, stitched with silver constellations and ancient runes, while a massive black-onyx table dominated the center of the room.
Maps, reports, and scrolls were already spread out across its surface, weighted down with polished obsidian markers.
Elysia shifted Kaelith more securely in her arms, her heart tightening.
She didn't want to bring Kaelith here.
She didn't want her anywhere near the words that were about to be spoken.
But until they made proper arrangements, there was no other choice.
Malvoria entered the room beside her, her face set in the calm, ruthless expression she wore only during wartime. The sight of it made Elysia's chest ache and swell with pride all at once.
This was the Demon Queen of legend.
This was her wife.
And soon... they would need her in full.
