~LYRA'S POV~
The council chamber was full when we walked in.
Every seat taken, no one late, the particular quality of attention in the room that came when people understood that what was about to happen would matter for a long time. I sat beside Ryland at the front, with Cade on his other side and Eren somewhere behind me. I didn't look for him, I could feel the room's composition without checking.
Tyran was already seated.
He looked composed. That was the thing I noticed first, not afraid, not cornered, just composed in the way of a man who had decided how he was going to behave and was holding to it. He sat with his hands on the table and his expression neutral, and when Ryland called the meeting to order and laid out the purpose of the session, Tyran didn't flinch.
