Kaelis POV
I chose this chamber because it does not echo.
Stone this deep beneath dragon territory swallows sound, absorbs intention, and keeps secrets better than any oath ever could. Throne rooms are for spectacles—for kings who want to be seen ruling. I have never needed witnesses.
Power does its best work in silence.
The room is narrow, carved from dragonstone older than the crown itself. Runes line the walls in a language few still recognize—sigils designed not for beauty, but for obedience. They dampen volatile magic, sharpen the mind, and make lying uncomfortable. I did not place them here, but I have learned to use what others left behind.
Four of the king’s warriors stand around the table—dragons sworn to the crown, not to Blake. That distinction matters more now than ever. T
