FIA
The door opened.
Ronan stepped through it without knocking, his movements brisk and purposeful, like he had been waiting just outside for his moment to enter. His gaze swept the room once, taking inventory of faces and positions before settling on Cian.
"I heard about the emissaries," he said. "So I came as quickly as I could. What is going on?"
I turned toward him. "They came to get me."
His brow lifted slightly. "Get you?"
"Hazel is facing a trial in the elder circle for what she did to me... among all her other crimes," I said. "They need me there."
Something shifted in Ronan's expression. Not surprise exactly. More like recalibration, like he was adjusting the weight of information he had already suspected. He straightened, then turned toward the emissaries and bowed with measured politeness.
"Welcome to Skollrend," he said.
Elder Matthias inclined his head. Elder Vera mirrored the gesture without speaking. Marcus remained still, his posture neutral but watchful.
