Eve's POV
They went in at nine in the morning.
All of them.
Eve had not planned that. The Conclave proceedings didn't require her mates....didn't require Vessa or Sable or Raphael or Elena. Just Eve and her legal representation and the documentation.
But they all came anyway.
Damian had simply appeared at the door of her room at seven in the morning already dressed.
Damon at breakfast. Jacket on and ready.
Silas in the corridor with the folder organized, tabbed, every section labeled in his precise handwriting.
Vessa arrived from the guest wing with her coat on and her years of documentation under her arm and with the look of someone who had been waiting for this morning for a very long time.
Raphael and Elena came down the stairs together.
Maya appeared from the kitchen with coffee for everyone.
Eve stood in the entrance hall and looked at all of them.
Every single person who had stood beside her through every room that had led to this one.
She didn't have words for it.
