Lucian's POV
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"I'm not hidden." As soon as that ancient voice echoed through the Arcadian courtyard, Lucian frowned.
All heads swerved to the direction the voice came from—except his. He hesitated.
Just a second ago he'd been arguing with one of the Arcadian Councillors, telling her to call out their High Matron. To handle the situation in Silverpine.
Something was awfully wrong here, and the fact that these witches weren't addressing it sickened him.
The councillor, Morwen, was stubborn, insisting the High Matron doesn't involve herself with foreigners. Right. Yet the whole Kingdom was at war with the Dark Lands.
Who was calling the shots behind the scenes if not the kingdom's supreme leader?
Well... It seems he'll get answers to that question soon.
"It's... It's the High Matron." One of the Arcadian soldiers whispered, voice shaky in a mix of awe, fear and reverence.
