CHAPTER 15

Lyra's POV

Three days after the emergency council meeting, I stepped into the meeting room. I could sense the elders’ gaze on me but I ignored, walking to the throne in Marlik's body and sat.

The hall was silent. Each one of them exchanging meaningful glares. I smiled inwardly, noting how distant they were from each other. The division was clear.

"Welcome Your Majesty." They chorused and I nodded watching their gazes. Their expressions didn't seem like they were pleased to have me there.

"It's a great thing to have you here, Your Majesty." Elder Oran greeted warmly. He couldn't hide how glad he was about the present...