"Some ghosts don’t haunt the dead. They haunt the living. And tonight, I learned that I was never alone in the dark."
The night air carried whispers.
Not the kind you hear in passing, but the kind that settle in your bones—unspoken truths pressing down on your soul, waiting for the right moment to break you.
I stood alone in the royal archives, the weight of centuries of secrets pressing down on me. Shelves of ancient tomes towered around me, their pages yellowed with age, their bindings cracked and worn. These books held the history of Verauno, the truths buried beneath polished thrones and well-guarded lies.
And tonight, I had come searching for my place in that history.
It had started with a single word.
A name I had never heard before, whispered from King Varek’s lips when I met
