Roisin
The massive gates of the palace opened as we approached, and the vast halls seemed colder than usual, the dim lights of the corridor casting long shadows on the walls. There was a strange silence that filled the space as we stepped inside, like the weight of our conversation was following us in, settling over everything.
I started to turn toward my room, my thoughts still a swirling mix of Olivine's pain and my own confusing emotions, but before I could make it far, Olivine's hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.
“Roisin,” he murmured. There was something new in his voice now, a softness mixed with urgency. “Don’t go yet.”
I looked up at him, confused. “Is something wrong?”
He didn’t answer, not with words. Instead, he swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his ch
