121. Shadows of Reventhorn

|| Third-party POV || The opulent halls of the Reventhorn Castle echoed with the sound of Kael’s furious pacing. His boots clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, each step a testament to his growing rage. The council’s decision had been a crushing blow to his pride, and the public fallout from the interview had only deepened the wound. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white as he muttered under his breath. I won’t let him win. Not again. Not Alaric. Not that bastard. Darius sat in a plush armchair by the fireplace, his expression calm but stern. The flickering flames cast shadows across his face, highlighting the lines of worry etched into his features. He watched his son with a mixture of frustration and pity, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Kael, you need to apologize and step down. The council is losing patience, and the people are starting to question your leadership.” Kael stopped mid-stride, his head snapping toward his father. His ey