The heavy silence of the hall was broken when Seradra's sharp voice cut across the chamber.
"Valttair, don't you think this matter can wait until after the burial? You promised you would behave."
Tall and severe, her crimson eyes locked onto her brother with the weight of command.
Valttair straightened, unflinching. "The duties of the Morgains cannot wait. Euclid is now without a ruler. A gap like that leaves our territory weak, and weakness invites attack. This is a matter of utmost priority."
Seradra's gaze hardened, her expression carved from ice. "I asked for respect. Do you truly believe anyone would dare lay a hand on our family during the days we are gathered here? You insult our strength with such words."
