NOMI
Diana went very still when I told her.
Not frozen because of course she was too disciplined for that, but something in her posture locked. She stood in the doorway of my room with one hand still on the latch, her pale brows knitting together just a fraction.
"You're... leaving the castle," she said carefully.
I nodded, tugging on the sleeves she'd handed me. Dark fabric, heavier than what I'd worn before. Practical. "With Darius."
That did it.
Her eyes flicked to the corridor beyond me, then back to my face. For a heartbeat, I thought she might argue. Or forbid it. Or summon someone. Instead, she exhaled slowly, the sound sharp and controlled.
"That wasn't... scheduled," she said.
Something cold slid into my stomach. "What does that mean?"
"It means," Diana replied, stepping
