C29 Council Pressure

Lady Elena Moon busted into the council chamber like she owned the place, silk dress swishing, steel in her stare, and that hair yanked back so tight you’d think it hurt. Her eyes locked on Lyra like she was about to swoop down and tear her apart. The rest of the council trailed in behind her: Lord Gareth looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, Lady Morwyn pretending she was above it all