The following day had descended into chaos across the castle, but neither Cassius nor Arabella allowed the turmoil to disrupt their focus. With sharpened resolve, both turned inward. toward the strange, blooming power within them. In a time when alliances were brittle and threats shadowed every hallway, their abilities were the only thing they could rely on. One thing was certain: Queen Morgana wasn't finished. And she would not sit idle while her prey grew stronger beneath her roof.
Arabella spent most of her time in solitude, training under Lastor's reluctant but careful eye. Every time Renald entered her room, she could read the storm behind his calm expression. Fury always flickered behind his sharp blue eyes, a fury he barely managed to rein in. His civility had grown threadbare, worn by the ever thinning patience of a man one whisper away from bloodshed.
