"Some names are not spoken; they are unleashed. And when they are, kingdoms remember to tremble."
After the meeting, Commander Tovik walked beside me, his broad frame eclipsing torchlight as we advanced toward Luna's chambers. The soft clink of his silver-forged armor echoed. Few dared to speak when he passed, and those who did kept their tones clipped. He was a weapon sharpened by silence; his loyalty bound to Luna Seraphine like a chain around the throat.
I, on the other hand, wore no armor as my weapons were words, and today, they would be sharp indeed. The Eastern Chamber Quarters had been buzzing for days. Whispers of a visitor who carried with them more danger than even the Luna suspected. I had learned the name on the wind, from smugglers, traders, and spies who owed me debts.
