{Elven Palace}
"Where is Caelen?" Evelyn's voice cracked as she spoke, her fingers tapping nervously on the table. She sat with Emma and Lucy, both of whom mirrored her unease. Silver was there too, though his eyes lingered mostly on Evelyn, she was here mostly for her, not the others.
Elunara, the queen, leaned back with a serene expression, though her tone was less comforting than she likely intended. "Do not worry. He is training right now, in a special place. Where my mother sent him."
At that, all eyes shifted to Seralyth—the queen's mother, who sat beside her with a calm, dangerous poise. She only nodded once, as if her acknowledgment should have been enough to erase their concerns. It didn't. Not in the slightest.
Evelyn's chest tightened. It had barely been 10 minutes since they'd met Seralyth, and already her shadow lingered over them like a storm cloud.
