Chapter 207 "I Am The Last Of Drakemires"

The days following Ariella’s conversation with Syra had passed in a blur, the weight of their words lingering in her mind like a shadow she couldn’t escape. Every corner of the mansion felt like a trap, the walls closing in with each passing hour. As much as she wanted to trust Syra, something gnawed at her—a sense that the woman, so poised and charismatic, was playing a much larger game, and Ariella was merely a piece on her board. The quiet of the mansion was shattered when a messenger arrived, breathless and urgent, carrying a sealed scroll. Ariella’s heart skipped as she broke the seal and unfurled the parchment. It was a summons. The Council of Lords had called for a gathering of all faction leaders, and she was expected to attend.