Kyros There was a ball tonight, a celebration for the Goddess before solstice. I didn’t want to go, but Lynx had promised that Estella would be present, so I reluctantly agreed. I had just finished dressing and was inspecting myself in the ornate mirror above the washbasin when a knock sounded at the door. After running a hand through my hair in a futile attempt to tame the unruly strands, I strode towards the door, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. I had shaved off the unruly scruff on my face, not being able to stare at myself in the mirror any longer. Jarek had a beard like mine, and seeing myself with one reminded me of him. The reminder had an ache forming in my chest. It had been a full day since anyone last saw Estella outside her chambers. She had

