Kai:
The Royal lounge is quiet, too dreadfully quiet for my srambling mind.
Even the fire seems to burn without sound, flames bowing low in the black-marble hearth as if the room itself is holding its breath. I sprawl in the corner chair, boots kicked out, a book open across my knees but unread. Ancient Fae script blurs into meaningless spirals. The prophecy fragment I found won’t stop humming behind my eyes—
When silence screams and stars descend…
Every word tastes like a blade.
A soft disturbance cuts through the hush. Shadows lengthen near the doorway, rippling like smoke around a figure that shouldn’t be there.
Silas.
He steps inside without a sound, a living absence. The air chills in his wake, the scent of winter and old stone following him. He moves like a thought half-formed
