{"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."}
The murmurs settled like dust in a quiet hall. The final vote was cast, and just like that, it was done. The coven council had spoken, unanimous and resounding.
"Nessa Leora will serve as interim Coven Lord," declared High Seer Adric, his voice laced with finality and a touch of reverence.
Around the circular chamber, the tension lifted, and I felt the shift ripple through the ancient stone walls. Nessa smiled bright and full of grace, as though the weight of power had simply found its rightful place upon her shoulders. She turned slowly, offering that smile to each council member, her gaze warm, unthreatening, and Regal.
I stood, the ceremonial robes brushing against my boots. "Lady Leora," I said, voice carrying, "if you would, please join us."
