Chapter 130: The Words That Must Be Spoken
Durnham exhaled heavily.
The sound carried more resignation than agreement, though he made no further effort to disguise his displeasure.
"Well," he said at last, adjusting himself in his seat, the rings upon his fingers catching the light, "it appears there is little left for me to oppose. The decision has already been made, and unanimously so."
His tone held a faint edge, though it lacked the force it once carried.
His gaze moved briefly to the High Priestess.
Lady Seraphine did not meet it.
Instead, she lowered her eyes, her expression as composed and distant as ever, as though the matter unfolding before her belonged to another realm entirely.
No one remarked upon it.
No one seemed surprised.
Silence from her had become its own kind of presence within the council—noticed, but rarely challenged.
Durnham gave a small huff and leaned back once more, though he said nothing further.
For a moment, the chamber settled again.
