The chamber was dimly lit, the dying glow of the evening sun casting long shadows against the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, a quiet stillness settling over the space. It wasn’t grand, not like the throne room or the gilded halls where the nobles paraded themselves like peacocks. It was smaller, more intimate—an old war chamber that had long since fallen out of use.
A fitting place for a meeting like this.
A place of forgotten battles, of whispered strategies, of things unspoken.
It’s time.
A full day had passed since Cassandra’s grand return, yet I was still waiting. Still left in the dark. After accepting the Queen’s offer, I had thought I would meet Cassandra face-to-face right away—but I was wrong. Why did it feel more difficult to se
