Elian's POV
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"Councillor Morwen?" Kyren snorted, voice divided with disbelief, amusement and annoyance all at once. "Well, this is a surprise."
Morwen's expression remained the same—neutral. Almost robotic.
[I'm detecting traces of deep mental manipulation within her.]
'Yeah, it's kinda obvious from where I'm standing.' Elian kept his guards up. 'Something is off. She was stubborn as hell at the negotiating table, but… I never saw her as someone who'd go this far for the High Matron.'
"Really though," Kyren continued, spreading out his arms. "Remember what happened last time. You and your other councillors combined didn't stand a chance against me then. What makes you think you can take on all three of us now?"
Silence.
The Council witch didn't seem at all triggered by the Rogue king's words.
[Well, I guess rage baiting her to a quick defeat is out of the question.]
