Kael
The path to her chamber is carved from shadow; endless doors and endless reflections. I move fast, my boots echoing against marble that shouldn't exist. The air is thick with her scent. A smell that I used to love, but now it only makes me feel sick to my stomach.
By the time I reach the obsidian arch, I can already feel her amusement humming through the walls.
"Come to scold me again, little wolf?"
The air is thick with her temper before I even reach her door. Nyxara doesn't have to summon me; she never has to. The pull of the mark on my chest drags me to her whether I want it or not. The shadows part as I cross the threshold into her chamber, and there she is, reclining on her throne of glass, beautiful as ever. Her black hair lies straight down her back, and the endle
