Chapter 96: Swing Vote

**Piper**

Out of sheer politeness for the process we were embroiled in, I filled a plate full of food - fresh fruits, breads, deli meats, various salads, and a plethora of baked goods - and returned to my seat. Despite the steady hum of conversation among the covens, I remained quiet and picked at my food.

"Did you get any information from the prince?" Sabella whispered to Sophie, and I perked up to listen.

"Not really." Sophie sighed. "The king isn't pleased with Isach's arrival, but that's nothing we didn't already know."

Which meant if we and the Flynn Coven couldn't convince this court to award royal coven status to the Zoya, we were screwed.

Finally, the servants came to clean up, and once they were gone, King Harold stood. He raised his hands to silence what little noise remained. Everyone turned toward him, me included. The knot in my stomach tightened.