"In a kingdom ruled by silence, even truth must whisper to survive."
TAEMIN'S POV
The tension left by the War Council felt like a residue of ozone and desperation clinging to my skin. The sheer weight of the deception, the King's silent departure, the hidden pup, the elaborate lie about an Ancient Relic was suffocating. I gripped the scrolls I had been ordered to retrieve from the archive, my knuckles white. They contained the fragmented lore of the Sunstone and the Prophet's Cradle, and they felt cold, heavy, and immensely dangerous.
I needed to break free from the noise of the royal chambers and needed quiet, and I needed the grounding presence of the two people who understood the mechanics of this high-stakes deceit better than anyone: my mates Nyra and Valehart.
