Selene's POV
The next morning the court felt… off.
The Crimson Veil had lifted sometime during the night, and everything was moving again. Servants hurried past with trays of food and folded linens, their footsteps echoing softly along the stone floors. Low voices drifted from side corridors and open archways, the usual rhythm of the day trying to settle back in like nothing had happened. On the surface it looked like any other morning in the Crimson Court.
But people weren't looking away anymore.
Immediately I stepped out of the side passage that led toward the main wing, I noticed a servant with an armful of fresh linens glanced at me, then dropped her eyes too quickly, her steps faltering for half a second. Two guards stationed near the archway watched me walk past without
