The Council member was notably tall for an Elf, possessing silver hair that extended to his shoulders and sharply defined features.
His attire, a deep purple, signified his elevated position. His demeanor conveyed the unwavering assurance of an individual accustomed to exercising authority without challenge.
Caspian's eyes fixed on the corpse, then swept toward Jack with the intensity of a predator identifying prey.
A smile curved across his lips.
The kind of smile that everything had gone according to plan.
Behind him, the elite guards spread across the streets, blocking both ends of the passage. Their weapons remained sheathed, but their hands rested on hilts.
"Jack Kaiser," Caspian's voice carried the theatrical certainty of someone performing for an invisible audience.
