Violet's POV
The grand hall was probably full before I even opened my eyes. Mark had left the room, likely already seated with the council members.
I waited outside the double doors until the first pale streak of dawn slipped through the high windows. Not because I was afraid or because I needed to gather courage, I waited because power was not rushed
When the guards finally pulled the doors open, every head in the room turned.
I stepped inside alone.
My midnight-blue gown flowed against the marble with each measured step. The high collar remained deliberately unfastened at the throat, letting both marks breathe in plain view.
The elders all glared at me, they all probably understood what had happened and why the meeting was called. I didn't hurry. I didn't bow. I walked straight to the empty seat at the center of the long table, between where Mark and Mateo sat, and lowered myself into it with deliberate grace.
