The hall was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint crackle of torches along the stone walls.
Shadows clung to the carved pillars, long and jagged, as if the building itself were leaning in to witness the scene. Dozens of eyes lingered on Kael, unblinking, watchful.
Honestly, Kael had no idea why he had suddenly been dragged into this.
[What did this have to do with me?]
If Valkar wanted a female, a man, or something in between, what part of that touched him? He was just a traveler passing through, a stranger in this cursed world.
Yet every gaze cut toward him as though he were the axis around which the drama now revolved.
And those looks…
Kael's jaw clenched, throat dry. Did they truly think him some jealous, narrow-minded fool? Was he now the villain in their eyes—an intruder meddling in matters that weren't his?
The absurdity of it almost made him choke on his own saliva.
[Wonderful.
Just perfect.
