LOGINThey moved fast through the corridor, but the palace did not feel far away anymore. Its noise seeped down through the stone like water through cracks. Elowen could hear muffled shouts above them, the hard clang of steel, and the occasional slam of doors as guards tried to seal wings that had already been breached.
Corvin led without hesitation. His steps were quiet, controlled, and certain. He did not look back until they reached the next bend. When he finally did, his gaze swept over Elowen in one hard glance.
“You are bleeding again,” Corvin said.
Elowen touched his side and felt the dampness spreading. The blade had caught him earlier, and he had ignored it because survival demanded it. Now the pain had sharpened into a steady burn that made his ribs feel tight.
Elowen did not return the way he came.He moved through servant corridors and narrow passages where torches burned lower and shadows gathered thicker. The palace felt awake in the wrong way, as if it had learned how to listen. Every sound carried farther than it should have. Every glance felt like it lingered longer than it should.He kept the sigil clenched in his fist until the edges bit into his palm.When he reached the mage tower, he did not bother with polite knocks. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.Theon looked up from his table, already alert, as if he had expected Elowen to come running with blood on his hands.“You found something,” Theon said.Elowen crossed the ro
Elowen began to notice the watching the way one noticed a change in weather.It was not all at once. Just a pressure that lingered too long on the skin.It started with servants. A kitchen girl who paused too long at the corner of a corridor. A page who bowed twice when once would have been enough. A chambermaid whose eyes lifted a heartbeat too late when Elowen passed.None of it was obvious that it could be accused outright.That was what made it dangerous.By the third hour after sunrise, Elowen’s nerves were drawn tight enough to hum. Royal protection followed him still, but even the guards felt wrong today. They were alert, yes, but they were also watched. He could smell the tension on them, the unease that came from knowing so
The restrictions came quietly.Elowen noticed them first in the morning, when two guards waited outside his door instead of one. They did not follow at a distance anymore. They flanked him, close enough that he could feel the scrape of their armor when he turned too sharply.He said nothing at first.The palace had learned to watch him the way hunters watched fire, not moving too close, not turning their backs. After the attack, fear clung to the walls, and no one trusted shadows anymore.But by midday, the pattern was undeniable.Doors that had once opened for him now required a word from Corvin’s seal. Corridors that had been neutral ground became redirected paths. Even the gardens were off limits, closed “until further notice
The palace did not feel the same after the court dispersed.It had not returned to peace. It had tightened instead, like a body bracing for another blow. Guards moved in pairs now, armor still smeared with soot and blood. Servants kept their heads down and their steps quick. Every corridor carried the echo of whispered speculation.Elowen felt it all like pressure against his skin.Royal protection followed him whether he wanted it or not. Two guards trailed at a respectful distance as he moved through the inner wing, their presence both shield and signal. The king’s choice had not made him safer. It had made him visible, and he hated it.By the time he reached the small solar assigned to him near Corvin’s chambers, his nerves were pulled tight enough to ache. He dismi
The palace above them did not fall silent all at once. The noise receded in uneven waves, shouts breaking apart into commands, commands into echoes. When Corvin finally lifted his head from the stone door, his expression had shifted from alert to intent.“Tavris has control,” he said.Elowen watched him closely. “How do you know?”“The cadence changed,” Corvin replied. “Mercenaries do not shout orders like that, guards do. Tavris is pushing them back wing by wing.”Elowen exhaled slowly. The tension in his chest eased, though it did not disappear. “Then we are not trapped.”“We were never trapped,” Corvin said. “We were delayed.”He slid the iron bar free and pressed the concealed latc
They moved fast through the corridor, but the palace did not feel far away anymore. Its noise seeped down through the stone like water through cracks. Elowen could hear muffled shouts above them, the hard clang of steel, and the occasional slam of doors as guards tried to seal wings that had already been breached.Corvin led without hesitation. His steps were quiet, controlled, and certain. He did not look back until they reached the next bend. When he finally did, his gaze swept over Elowen in one hard glance.“You are bleeding again,” Corvin said.Elowen touched his side and felt the dampness spreading. The blade had caught him earlier, and he had ignored it because survival demanded it. Now the pain had sharpened into a steady burn that made his ribs feel tight.







