Shadows in the Throne Room
The moonlight filtered in through the high windows of the Eastern Wing, casting fractured silver across the marble floor. Aurora stood alone in the throne room, her pulse thudding in her ears. The echo of her steps—soft, almost hesitant—was the only sound in the vast space. A part of her had hoped to find peace here. Instead, a chill clung to the walls, heavy with unspoken truths. It had been three days since Theron left for the northern border. Three days since he kissed her forehead, whispered, “I trust you,” and disappeared into the night with his warriors. Now, every whisper behind her back felt like a dagger. Every sideways glance in the palace halls scraped against her skin. Something was shifting. And she wasn’t imagining it. Kael hadn’t returned since their late-night conversa
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