As evening descended, Sera found herself once again in the War Room, this time with Rowan and her father. The air was thick with tension, a sign of the weight of their impending discussion. Rowan had swiftly arranged this meeting to address the delicate matter of reforging Sera's mana channels.
"Is everything all right?" Duke Lysander inquired, his gaze shifting between his daughter and Rowan. He couldn't shake the feeling that there might be some recent disagreement between the two that required his immediate attention.
"Sera has something to discuss with you, Your Grace," Rowan said nonchalantly, waiting for Sera to come clean to her father. Sera shot him a glare, but he looked unbothered in his seat.
"Sera?" The Duke regarded her, his expression one with curiosity.
