Third Person P.O.V
They say that silence is golden.
Today the people of the combined palaces began to wonder if it was still golden when drenched in the blood of the lost and the pain of those that remain. The silence that crept through the royal lands stretched so far from the edge of werewolf territory, right until the vampire territory ended. It was heavy as it clung to the air, the weeping of widows and orphans could barely be heard over the deafening silence.
It was a sign of respect.
It was a sign of fear.
What was left after the battle against the enemy? Where do they go from here? How do they recover from such deep tragedy? They couldn't even imagine that the royal households could move on from such loss. But the loss extended far beyond the walls of the castles. It extend
