Visaris
The weight of the day lifted the moment I scrawled my signature across the final page of the construction report. I let the pen drop from my fingers and leaned back in my chair, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The kind of breath that doesn’t just empty your lungs but drains tension from your bones. The office fell quiet. Not just silent—still. That rare kind of stillness that only followed hours of relentless responsibility, when everything that needed doing had finally been done.
Moonlight spilled through the arched windows, painting the rich mahogany floor in a wash of silver. It kissed the glass cabinets and cast elegant shadows across the walls. For once, the kingdom’s chaos wasn’t clawing at my heels. The world outside held its breath.
And still, my
