CARDAN MONTESSORI
Peace is for the weak!
The silence of my chamber was a comforting thing… the kind that pressed against the walls, thick and deliberate. Outside, the night wind whispered through the fortress corridors, brushing against the flames that lined the torches like timid hands afraid to burn.
I sat at my desk, a glass of dark wine untouched beside a pile of scrolls. Maps. Reports. Secrets. Every sheet on that table could start or end a war.
And yet, none of it was louder than the sound of my own thoughts.
Kai was angry when he left. I could see it in his eyes — that mix of disbelief and frustration he tried so hard to bury beneath loyalty.
Good.
Loyal soldiers obey, dangerous ones think.
And I needed Kai to think.
I needed him to believe I was losing control. Let him do
