Damon’s POV
Something was wrong inside my palace. For the first time in months, I found myself unable to ignore the feeling. It wasn't one thing. That was the problem. One thing could be explained. One thing could be dismissed. One thing could be solved.
This was different. A collection of small inconsistencies that meant nothing on their own but refused to leave me alone when combined. I sat behind my desk staring at a report I had already read twice. A servant transfer request.
Ordinary.
Forgettable.
The sort of document I would normally sign without a second thought. Yet I found myself reading the same lines again. The servant's name was Talia. Kitchen staff. Recently reassigned.
Interesting.
Very interesting. Because when I questioned the steward earlier that day, I received a d
