Chapter 10: The Council
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Chapter 10
~Rhiannon’s POV~
Bloodfang Estate – Council Hall
I dressed in the ugliest, oldest thing they left me—a faded, wrinkled tunic that smelled faintly of dust and bitterness, paired with trousers that had a threadbare knee and cuffs that hung too long.
There was no vanity in this choice—only strategy.
Let them see what happened when they gave me rags. Let them own it.
I stood by the mirror just long enough to tie my hair back, exposing every hard edge of my face.
No powder. No softening oils. They were about to be deeply disappointed if they were expecting a delicate, enchanting mate.
The knock on my door came sharp and swift. The same guard as before. Silent. Stoic. Annoyed.
"Council’s waiting," he said, without looking me in the eye.
"Good." I smiled and stepped out, ignoring how he flinched slightly as I passed.