Fire In The Dark
BRISEIS The night felt wrong before it turned violent. I had been asleep, but lightly. Ever since the confrontation in the courtyard, my body had refused to sink fully into rest. Even in silence, there was tension in the air — like the castle itself was holding its breath. I remember turning in bed. I remember the curtains shifting. And then— Glass exploded inward. The sound was sharp and violent, shattering the stillness. Cold night air tore through the room as the balcony doors burst apart. I barely had time to sit up before a dark shape moved through the torn curtains with terrifying precision. A hand lunged toward me. Steel flashed. I saw the blade before I felt anything — long, thin, coated in something that glistened unnaturally in the moonlight. Poison. My scream never
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