After exhaustion had finally claimed Kaelvryn, even after his body had surrendered to the weight of everything that had
happened, his mind refused to settle into true rest. It drifted instead, restless and searching, caught somewhere between memory and something far more dangerous.
At first, there was nothing only darkness then a warm soft light slipped inside.
Kaelvryn found himself standing in a place he did not immediately recognize, though it felt… real in a way that unsettled him. The air was cool but not cold, carrying a faint scent of something natural, something grounding, and the silence around him was not heavy but calm.
He turned slowly, his gaze scanning his surroundings, trying to understand where he was and how he had gotten there, but before he could piece anything together—
"Your Majesty," the voice stopped him.
