He looked so at ease, so focused on her, that it was like I was invisible. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to walk over and confront him, but my shift phone buzzed in my hand, breaking me from my trance. I glanced down to see files and reports filling my screen—information on his mistress, her entire background in black and white. Her name was Amara Ironpaw, a lorekeeper associate. She came from an average family, nothing special in status. But her youth, beauty, and that refined air she wore like a crown? Those traits must’ve been what captivated him.
I scrolled through, bile rising in my throat as I took it all in. This was what he’d chosen over everything we’d built. Anger burned hot and fast, numbing the ache in my chest, and I knew what I had to do.
I sent a message to my emissary, my trusted aide for all things legal and confidential.
"The council needs to be aware of what’s happening," I typed, my fingers steady. "Begin the proceedings to sever my bond with Jaxon."