Page 61 of King's Reckoning
A sense of purpose filled the room. The justice they sought was gaining momentum, with each new discovery strengthening their case for recognition of legitimate land claims.
"I want full authentication protocols implemented," Rowan directed. "Multiple experts documenting chain of custody, comprehensive verification. When these records are presented in court, they need to be unassailable."
"Already in progress," Reed confirmed. His hand brushed her shoulder briefly—professional but reassuring.
The meeting continued, covering everything from community outreach to educational initiatives. Rowan coordinated it all with quiet confidence, drawing on both Elena's preparation and her own growing leadership experience.
"One last item," she said as they approached the end. "Coordination between chapters for the heritage celebration next month. We need to show unity while respecting individual chapter traditions."
"Already outlined," King replied. He distributed documents showing proposed arrangements. "Framework that honors each chapter's unique heritage while emphasizing our shared history and common purpose."
"Well thought out," Cole commented, reviewing the materials. "Maintains individual chapter identity while creating a unified public presence."
More discussion followed as leaders worked out practical details. Rowan watched them problem-solve together, taking pride in how smoothly they now collaborated. The alliance was becoming something stronger than any individual chapter. Exactly as Elena had envisioned.
"Speaking of celebrations," Tiffany said innocently as the meeting wound down, "how's the wedding planning coming along? Since we're talking about unifying traditions and all..."
Rowan groaned while several leaders poorly concealed their amusement. The wedding had become something of a symbol for the alliance—representatives from all chapters working together to plan a celebration instead of fighting over territory.
"Please tell me we're not discussing wedding arrangements during an official council meeting," she pleaded.
"Of course not," Tiffany replied with a grin. "That's what the afternoon planning session is for. Which you are not missing this time, no matter how many 'urgent alliance matters' suddenly appear."
"Traitor," Rowan muttered to Reed as he failed to hide his smile.
"Sorry," he murmured. "Even I'm not brave enough to cross Tiffany when she's in wedding planner mode."
The meeting continued, covering final details of legal strategy and community outreach. Rowan coordinated it all with quiet confidence, drawing on both Elena's careful preparation and her own growing leadership experience.
"One last item," she said as they wrapped up. "Barbara's been analyzing the remaining historical records, looking for patterns that might help expedite the recognition process. Anything that strengthens our position in ongoing negotiations."
The professor displayed a comprehensive timeline on the main screen. "Elena documented historical land use patterns that clearly establish continuous occupation and resource stewardship. These records provide powerful evidence for the claims currently under review."
Barbara's explanation carried the clear precision of an experienced professor, breaking down complex archaeological concepts into terms everyone could grasp. Her years in academia had equipped her with both the knowledge to understand these historical patterns and the ability to communicate their significance effectively. Across the room, Ace nodded in quietapproval, a hint of pride in his eyes as he watched her command the room with her expertise.
"She built an indisputable case," King said softly. "Years of careful documentation, preservation of evidence that others wanted buried."
"Which is why we need to maintain both the alliance and our commitment to the truth," Rowan added firmly. "Support the legal process while ensuring these records receive proper consideration. Protect the evidence while ensuring it reaches the right authorities."
Agreement rippled through the gathered leaders. They had all seen the power of united purpose, had worked together to ensure historical justice. Now they would continue that work until proper recognition was achieved.
The meeting ended with plans for regular council sessions and continued cooperation between chapters. As leaders filed out, Rowan felt Reed's hand slip into hers.
"Proud of you," he said quietly. "You handled that perfectly. Found the balance between direction and collaboration."
"Learned from the best," Rowan replied, squeezing his fingers. "Between Mom's preparation and watching you and Dad lead...I had good examples to follow."
Reed tugged her closer, his mask of professionalism dropping now that they were mostly alone. "Speaking of learning," hemurmured against her ear. "When do I get to learn what's in those secret wedding plans?"
Rowan laughed, turning to face him properly. "After the ceremony. Though I might be convinced to share a few details..." She stretched up to kiss him, slow and sweet. "Over dinner tonight?"
"Using wedding secrets to secure a date," Reed observed with a smile. "Clever."
"Is it working?"
His expression softened with genuine affection. "Always works. You could suggest reviewing legal briefs in the garage and I'd still say yes."
"Because you love me?"
