Solstace stood up and turned away swiftly. He strode towards the door, his shoulders hunched as if carrying an invisible weight, each step slower than the last. “You’re wrong,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Solstace glanced over his shoulder, his eyes echoing a silent ‘I love you.’ The door slammed shut behind him with a resounding thud, echoing through the space.
The room seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, the lingering tension of Solstace’s departure hanging heavy in the air. Crimson stood frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. The echo of the door slamming shut still reverberated in her ears, a stark reminder of the rift that had just torn through the fabric of her world.
King Vlad entered the room. His knowing eyes m
