EVELARA
Nothing in the palace feels the same. Or maybe—it was just me.
The moment I entered the concealed passage, the stone wall sealed behind me with a muffled thud, and the atmosphere immediately became perceptibly colder, heavier, and more tangible. It is almost as if the night I spent with him was a fever-dream from which I am now awakening.
Except my heartbeat refuses to slow down.
Except his words are still playing in my head… “Don’t run.”
Just two words. Simple, easy two words, yet the depth of them was too heavy for my soul to bear. And that voice of his—Goddess! It follows me like a second shadow as I walk through the narrow service corridor, with my uneven steps…
‘How did everything change in just one night?’
‘Why did his gentleness hurt more than all his
