Damian's POV

Elder Roswell had been running his mouth for an eternity without actually saying a damn thing.

"—and if the woman truly survived, Your Majesty, then the matter of the Luna's seat is no longer settled. It cannot be. There is precedent—"

"Precedent won't stop the rumors bleeding through the lower district." Hale didn't even bother standing. "Show her. Let Silvermoon watch her breathe. Let them see their King decide in daylight instead of hiding behind a door."

"Show her to whom? Half this room still believes she's buried under Silverthorn stone."

I tried to reach Claire again.

Not for the first time since the meeting began, my attention...