MARSHALL'S POV
The night settled around me like a familiar cloak, the darkness concealing the complexities of the world outside. I sat in the dimly lit chamber, the events of the past days still lingering in my mind. Isidora's persistence, my own conflicting emotions, the dreams that had sparked questions I struggled to answer – they all jumbled together, creating a cacophony of thoughts that demanded resolution.
The knock on my chamber door pulled me from my reverie, my senses instantly on alert. It was not often that someone sought me out in the solitude of my space, and the timing of this interruption felt peculiar. Rising from the chair, I approached the door cautiously, the shadows dancing on the walls in silent anticipation.
As I swung the door open, a figure stood before me, a ha
