Morning at the Royal Suite The soft, pastel light of dawn filtered through heavy curtains, painting the suite in muted peach and gray. The bed was cold, the warmth of the night gone. Izora lay there, eyes open but distant, staring at the ceiling marred with carved plasterwork. Silence pressed li
Morning at the Royal Suite The soft, pastel light of dawn filtered through heavy curtains, painting the suite in muted peach and gray. The bed was cold, the warmth of the night gone. Izora lay there, eyes open but distant, staring at the ceiling marred with carved plasterwork. Silence pressed li
The silence that followed Kaiser’s declaration was suffocating. The clock on the office wall ticked loudly, out of rhythm with the tension in the air. Somewhere outside, traffic groaned in the distance, horns cutting through the soundproofed glass like weak knives. But inside this private executive
The silence that followed Kaiser’s declaration was suffocating. The clock on the office wall ticked loudly, out of rhythm with the tension in the air. Somewhere outside, traffic groaned in the distance, horns cutting through the soundproofed glass like weak knives. But inside this private executive
Morning at the Royal Suite The soft, pastel light of dawn filtered through heavy curtains, painting the suite in muted peach and gray. The bed was cold, the warmth of the night gone. Izora lay there, eyes open but distant, staring at the ceiling marred with carved plasterwork. Silence pressed li
Morning at the Royal Suite The soft, pastel light of dawn filtered through heavy curtains, painting the suite in muted peach and gray. The bed was cold, the warmth of the night gone. Izora lay there, eyes open but distant, staring at the ceiling marred with carved plasterwork. Silence pressed like