Chapter 93: Reuniting the Royal Covens

**Piper**

"Once we've heard all arguments, we will convene privately to vote on our decision," King Harold said. "Let us begin." He flicked his hand in the air, and the doors swung open.

Three women, all of whom appeared to be in their mid-thirties, walked into the room. They were dressed in matching, calf-length skirts and red, flowing blouses. Headbands made of fresh flowers and sprigs of baby's breath held back their hair. They were quite lovely. But despite their outward confidence, there was a slight tremor in their steps, a valid hesitation for what was to come.

I couldn't really blame them. I was on the other side of the table in this situation, and I had no real idea what to expect. Feeling uneasy, and maybe even a little guilty for participating in this, I offered them a warm, encouraging smile.

"State your name for the court." King Harold's voice boomed throughout the room.