Lucien
The message arrives after midnight.
Of course it does.
Political disasters always prefer darkness.
The wolf palace sleeps uneasily beneath the mountain while snow falls steadily beyond the balcony windows, covering the kingdom
in silence sharp enough to feel unnatural.
Inside Cassian’s private chamber, the bond rests.
Interesting.
The connection feels calmer at night now. Like sleep allows it to reorganize itself. Adapt.
Dangerous thing.
Aria sleeps near the center of the massive bed while Kaelith remains close enough that heat still radiates faintly through the blankets.
Cassian rests lightly near the outer edge, one arm thrown across his eyes like exhaustion finally won an argument against
responsibility.
And Eryndor.
Gods.
Eryndor somehow sleeps diagonally despi
