The fog rolled in that night, thick and silent, blanketing the castle grounds like a secret.
Evelyn sat by her window, staring out at the moonless sky. Her fingers ran slowly across Adrian’s coat,bloodstained, torn and heavy with meaning. Something about it didn’t feel right. The blood wasn’t his.
It’s too fresh. Too staged.
A soft knock echoed through the room.
“Enter,” she said quietly, wiping her face.
It was Miren, one of her personal guards. Loyal. Quiet. And sharp-eyed.
“My lady,” he bowed. “There’s someone at the southern gate. He won’t show his face, but he asked for you directly.”
Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “What did he say?”
Miren hesitated. “Just this… ‘Tell her the fire never went out.’”
Her heart skipped. That phrase..it was something Adrian whispered once when he came b
