Nyx
“Intimacy is rebellion when the world wants you contained.” Selene keeps whispering, and I keep ignoring her at this stage. The Council’s schedule is a battlefield dressed in silk. It just gets worse as the days progress.
Every minute of my life has been cut, measured, and wrapped in protocol. They call it “united governance,” but it’s really a performance. Me and Kaelen standing shoulder to shoulder for cameras, handshakes polished for broadcast, smiles practiced until they ache.
The lights never stop flashing. The questions never stop circling. The world is watching every breath we take. And I’m tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. The kind that crawls into your bones and starts to eat.
By midnight, I’m still in my ceremonial cloak, the silver threads of it almost pres
