What He Knows
The Dominion did not feel the same after that night.
It wasn’t something anyone said out loud, and it wasn’t written in the way the warriors moved or the way the courtyard was repaired by morning, but it existed all the same, heavy and impossible to ignore. The damage from the attack had been cleared, the broken gates reinforced, and the blood washed from the stone, yet none of it erased what had happened.
People remembered.
They remembered Kyrveth.
They remembered me.
And more than anything, they remembered what I had become.
I felt it the moment I stepped outside.
The shift wasn’t loud or obvious. No one stopped what they were doing. No one pointed or spoke openly. But conversations lowered when I passed, and movement adjusted just enough to keep distance without ma
