Chapter 26;- Whispers Beneath Silk and Stone
The palace of Almara had its own rhythm. Servants moved like a rehearsed orchestra trays of rose sherbet balanced carefully, embroidered cushions replaced, guest chambers aired and perfumed with oud. Gold lamps were polished until they reflected entire corridors within their curves. Every detail whispered preparation. And yet, beneath the elegance, something else moved. Something quieter. Seynurr walked through the palace as though she belonged to it and not to herself. She offered assistance where needed, adjusted table settings, reviewed seating arrangements for visiting dignitaries. When spoken to, she smiled gracious, composed, precise. But her thoughts were far from silk and ceremony. They were caught between what had been and what must be. Across the courtyard, Seljuk stood sp
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