SEVEN DAY LATER
SEVEN DAY LATER: The capital did not fall apart.
Still standing, though chaos whispered at the edges. Not once did screams rise high enough to drown out order. No crumbling under rage, no unraveling when power changed hands. While older realms fell hard, this one simply breathed - kept walking.
Instead…
It shifted.
At first, it came soft. Barely there. A slow build followed, firm as tension in tissue sealing what would not bleed anymore.
The city felt different.
Not healed.
Not peaceful.
But enduring.
Shoulders stiffened among the guards, alertness tightening every gaze, fingers always near steel. Morning by morning, shopkeepers set out goods with careful habit, order pretending it could hold chaos back. Talk still slipped through alleys - only now, the hush carried different weight.
Less panic.
More calculation.
Fear stepped beside hope on the pavement, each one quiet, neither pushing ahead.
Last week marked the time when Leon claimed power.
