The tension that had haunted the cavern faded, replaced with an unspoken bond between two witnesses of a broken world. They lingered for hours, speaking softly, sometimes falling into silence, sometimes recalling memories as Bone lay near them, watchful and calm. When it came time to leave, the dragon bent his colossal head low, brushing his snout against Starfania's chest with a final affectionate nudge. His eyes, molten and sorrowful, seemed to promise he would always remember her. Starfania and Aeron stepped back into the twilight, carrying that promise in their hearts.
As they walked toward home, Aeron's humor returned, easing the air with playful remarks. Starfania's laughter rang like a balm, even as her thoughts grew heavier the closer they drew to the castle. The gates loomed before them, torches burning like hostile eyes. And there—waiting—stood Cesar. His posture was rigid, his expression stormy, though worry creased his brow.
" Father?" Starfania murmured. Cesar's gaze flicked to Aeron before settling on his daughter.
" I am grateful you ensured her safe return," he told Aeron, voice clipped yet formal. Aeron hesitated, surprised by the rare gratitude. " Of course…sir."
But the look in Cesar's eyes said more—a silent command that Aeron vacate. The boy, ever observant, caught it immediately. He reached for Starfania's hand before departing, whispering so only she could hear: " You don't have to face this alone. "
She smiled faintly, warmed by his words. " I know. But this is mine to face."
Inside the castle, the air turned colder with each step toward Cesar's private study. The heavy door shut with a thunderous finality. His voice, low but sharp, cut the silence.
" Where were you? "
Starfania's breath caught.
" I…I thought I was doing what you would want," she stammered. " I remembered your words about the importance of education. So…I went to school."
Cesar's eyes narrowed, suspicion flashing. His tone sharpened further. " You were meant to be at the Volcanic Field, continuing your training. Did I not make myself clear?"
Her voice trembled, but she pressed on.
" You were interrupted earlier, Father. One of your soldiers came before you finished speaking. I thought—" her throat tightened—" I thought school was what you intended for me today."
The silence that followed was heavier than any scolding.