Aria
The kingdom gathers before sunset.
And somehow, that feels more terrifying than war.
The great hall of the wolf palace stretches endlessly beneath silver chandeliers and towering stone pillars carved with ancient wolf markings. Nobles crowd the upper balconies while military commanders line the lower floor beside council elders dressed in ceremonial black and silver.
Every seat is filled. Every hallway outside the chamber overflows with people trying to witness history directly.
Interesting.
No one trusts rumors anymore.
The Bond
It hums steadily beneath my ribs while servants fasten the final silver clasps along the sleeves of my formal gown.
Warm. Aware. Restless.
Gods.
The connection feels too awake today. Like it understands something important is about to happen before
