The sound of Selene’s quiet sobs lingered in Kael’s ears long after he had guided his mother into her room. She hadn’t said another word since that broken whisper “my little Lyra” and the way her trembling hands had clutched her chest frightened him more than he cared to admit.
Her strength had always been unshakable. To see her this way… as if she had seen a ghost.
Kael sat her down gently on her bed, the sheets still neat and untouched from earlier. “Rest, Mother,” he said softly. His voice cracked despite himself.
Selene didn’t respond, only turned her face away, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. He hesitated, wanting to press, to demand an explanation, but the sight of her fragile state stopped him.
With a final glance, he pulled the blanket over her shoulders and stepped o
