The walk there felt heavier than usual. The palace halls were quieter these days, as if even the walls were listening.When I entered, she was already standing by the window, arms folded, looking out over the wet courtyard. The scent of rosemary and parchment filled the room.“Close the door,” she s
LoganI didn’t sleep the night after the confrontation.Even after Emma stormed out of the infirmary, even after leaving Evelyn with her spine straight and her expression carved from steel, the weight of it all clung to me like damp fog. I sat in my room, staring at the dying embers of the fire, hau
Emma took a step forward, but Chris raised a hand. “Don’t. She’s right.”Emma turned, blinking. “Excuse me?”Chris met her gaze unflinchingly. “You’ve been playing games with people’s lives, Emma. Whispering behind their backs. Starting rumors. Using your position to twist the truth. I didn’t want t
EvelynThe tension in the infirmary buzzed like electricity in the air, sharp and suffocating. Chris and I stood near the shelves of tinctures and gauze, still caught off guard by the way Logan and Emma had barged in like we were about to be caught doing something illicit.But it wasn’t Logan’s pres
EvelynThe scent of old paper and dust clung to my clothes, grounding me in the fading hush of the library. My eyes burned from reading for hours under dim lantern light, but still, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t rest.I’d spent the evening chasing my suspicion of Emma, combing through every document I
LoganI sat in my room long after the fire in the hearth had begun to die, watching the embers pulse like a heartbeat in the dark. The silence should’ve soothed me.Evelyn had decided to stay, and with her return came a flicker of hope, a sense that maybe things could still be set right.But my thou