A few hours after Thoren revealed the path of a Knight to his father and the men who would later become the private army of the Starfall family, a new visitor arrived at the estate.
The Governor.
She came with her elite hunters. Their auras pressed against the air like a physical weight. These were not ordinary hunters.
They moved with the confidence of those who had faced death and conquered it. Their eyes were sharp, their postures relaxed but ready.
They flanked the Governor like shadows, silent and watchful.
Inside the visitor's room, the atmosphere was tense and strange.
The Governor sat across from Thoren, her back straight, her hands folded neatly on the table before her. She stared directly at his face without blinking.
Her gaze was sharp, probing, the kind of look that had made weaker men squirm and weaker women nervous.
She was searching for something, weakness, a crack in his facade.
However, Thoren was unbothered.
