**Piper**
"What is the meaning of this?" King Harold's voice echoed with a terrifying boom.
"My apologizes, your majesty." A man went down on one knee, head bowed. "I attempted to stop him, but he insisted he had a right to plead his case."
"Considering the title of the sixth royal coven already belongs to my family, I shouldn't even have to plead my case. But here I am." Isach held his arms out to his sides, his tone full of that familiar bored contempt he used whenever he was fed up with a situation.
My ears rang, and my heart stopped, but I couldn't contain my smile. I reached for Peyton's hand and squeezed. No matter what else happened, we had to make sure Isach was awarded his rightful position on the royal court. She gave me a subtle nod, then sliced her gaze at Sabella and Sophie, who wore equally shocked expressions.
"Your coven was destroyed," King Harold said. "There is no room on the royal court for a coven of one. Stop wasting our time."