With a single, sharp look from Alpha Lance, the elderly councilmen exchanged uneasy glances before bowing and filing out of the large room. Their footsteps echoed faintly against the stone floor until the heavy doors closed, leaving behind only the three brothers and Emira.
The sudden quiet felt heavy, almost suffocating to her.
Emira shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unsure of what was expected of her now.
Should she follow the elders out and disappear quietly, or should she remain here, waiting for one of the princes to dismiss her? The uncertainty made her heart pound faster.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold, commanding voice that cut through the silence like a blade.
"Come here, Omega."
Emira's head shot up, startled. The Crown Prince had spoken. His black eyes were fixed on her, unreadable, yet filled with an authority that left no room for hesitation. She swallowed hard, nodded quickly, and took a step forward.
