While the rest of Aetherthorn erupted in celebration, basking in the premature victory of their chosen candidates, two figures remained grim and focused: Rhiki and Kardel.
Though their lips wore smiles and their goblets clinked among the crowd, their minds were far from festive. They were scheming. And their target was crystal clear—Auren.
To them, he wasn't just a human anomaly. He was a problem. A variable and a threat to their sacred elven culture.
They wanted to eliminate him now—quietly, cleanly. No witnesses. Not even their own men should know.
But alas, the ever-watchful eyes of the Royal Goldhairs, Queen-loyal elites with powers as quick as their judgment, were currently stationed around the grand hall. Some stood guard at the entrance; others mingled as part of the crowd, but their golden braided hair and stern demeanor made them unmistakable.
