Jesse gestured, and an attendant stepped forward carrying a lacquered box. He opened it himself, revealing three rolled deeds stamped with the seal of the fox council.
"A meeting gift," he said simply.
When they landed in Sienna's hands, her breath caught. It was property!
Jesse said calmly, "Three shops in the city. Yours to manage or pass on to your children. Consider it a welcome into the family."
Sienna's fingers gripped the edges of the box hard. Shops? Three shops? This was no trinket, no cheap gift passed on for the sake of tradition. It was power, independence, a gesture of trust. She bowed again, more deeply this time, her bones burning with cautious respect.
"Thank you, grandfather Jesse," she whispered.
Jesse nodded, satisfied. "Go now. My attendants will take you to meet my wife Jess, your grandmother. She is waiting."
