Kael's jaw clenched, his silver brows drawing low over his eyes. "Watch your tone," he said, voice tight. "You cannot just order them, they are the respected elders-"
"Why are you taking their so much, where does your loyalty lie? Tsk tsk." Riven pouted and looked at Ronan, "Why are your subordinates traitors?"
"You-"
"Enough."
It wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be. The authority in that single word was absolute.
Kael froze mid-step. Riven looked back at Ronan with barely concealed delight, his ears twitching.
Ronan slowly rose from the chair, his arm brushing past Riven's waist as he moved, a casual gesture that was still strangely possessive. He stood tall, expression unreadable, but his aura had shifted, steadier, colder.
