The change from the wet, peaceful surroundings of the Arboris Glass Garden back to the windy, echoing halls outside the palace seemed to take you into a different kind of silence. Behind them, there was a see-through Glass Garden. Soren walked with a heavy step, the weight of the triplets inside him creating a rhythmic pressure that mirrored the roar of the roots that ran deep under the palace's paving stones.
His hand was still holding Lucian's, a connection that had become his only constant support. Even though there was a jasmine-scented scent in the air to calm him, Soren could still feel the cold outside the glass roof, like a phantom.
