The fortress woke before dawn. Bells tolled in the distance, summoning soldiers to the yard, their boots striking in unison as they gathered for orders. The air was sharp with the scent of cold iron and damp stone, but underneath it hung a nervous energy, like sparks before a storm.Saraphina stood at the edge of the courtyard beside Lucian, her cloak wrapped tightly against the chill. Eyes turned to her as the soldiers assembled, whispers rolling across the ranks like waves. She felt their stares pressing against her back, measuring her, judging her.Lucian’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword. His face was carved from stone, but she could feel the tension vibrating through him. He had not slept, and neither had she.The high counselor stepped forward, his voice carrying. “Today, we march against the raiders who pillage our borders. Today, Lady Saraphina stands among us. She has asked for the chance to prove herself. She will ride with our forces, and her deeds will speak for her.”
By morning, the fortress was a hive of murmurs. Servants avoided Saraphina’s eyes as she passed, bowing quickly and stepping aside. Soldiers saluted Lucian, but their glances slid to her with unease, like men staring at fire unsure whether it would warm them or burn them alive.The council’s meeting from yesterday had spread like wildfire. Even without names, the story carried: the lady silenced the entire room with a thought. The shadows bent toward her feet. And Astra’s carefully sharpened insinuations whispered with it, infecting every retelling.Saraphina walked with her shoulders squared, her chin lifted, but inside her stomach churned. Every glance weighed heavy, every silence screamed accusation.Lucian felt it too. His hand brushed hers as they moved down the corridor, a silent tether, as though afraid she might shatter if left alone. He did not speak until they reached the safety of his chambers. Once the door closed, he finally turned to her.“They are afraid,” he said.Her
The tension from last night clung to Saraphina like a second skin. She hadn’t slept, not even when Lucian finally drifted into uneasy rest beside her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face in the library: the disappointment, the fear, the unspoken question of whether she was still the woman he loved.By morning, her head ached with exhaustion. She forced herself to dress and follow Lucian into the council hall. The room buzzed with voices as advisors, generals, and commanders argued over maps spread across the table. Astra stood at one end, her posture sharp, her gaze sliding to Saraphina the moment she entered.“Ah,” Astra said, her tone smooth and cutting. “The lady graces us with her presence.”Lucian gave her a warning look, but Saraphina ignored Astra, slipping quietly into her seat. She kept her eyes on the maps, though the lines blurred under her weary gaze.General Kael was speaking. “The enemy’s movements are unpredictable. Scouts report they’ve shifted camps three
The morning after felt different. The air pressed heavier, as though the world itself was waiting for something to break. Saraphina opened her eyes to the pale light filtering into their chamber, her body strangely alert though she had barely slept. Every sound was sharper. The rustle of the curtains, the distant footsteps in the hall, even the slow rhythm of Lucian’s breathing beside her—all of it vibrated with a clarity that unsettled her.She slipped from the bed quietly. The book remained hidden under the chest at the foot of the bed, wrapped in dark cloth. Yet even concealed, she could feel it humming, as if it were part of her now.Lucian stirred. “Leaving so early?”Saraphina froze, her back to him. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought a walk might help.”His voice was still heavy with sleep. “Be careful. The halls are not as empty as they seem.”“I will,” she promised, though her own words sounded distant to her ears.⸻In the corridor, servants passed her, bowing quickly before scurr
The morning light poured through the tall windows of the council chamber, gilding the marble floor in hues of pale gold. The day should have felt new, hopeful, but Saraphina felt no warmth. Her hands tightened on the back of the chair as she stood behind Lucian, watching him confer with Astra and the generals. The hum of strategy and sharp voices filled the space, yet to her it was all muffled, as though the air itself was pressing against her ears.Astra leaned over the map spread across the table, her long fingers brushing dangerously close to Lucian’s as she traced a possible route for their forces. “If we march through the valley here,” she said smoothly, “we’ll catch the Sovereign’s scouts off guard. But we must move quickly.”Lucian nodded, his expression thoughtful. “The valley is risky. If we’re flanked—”“Then we hold,” Astra cut in, her tone unwavering. “We’ve done it before. You have me at your side. That is enough.”Saraphina’s chest tightened. The casual way Astra said it
The torches along the corridor burned low, their flames dancing in uneven shadows across the stone walls. The palace felt heavier after the last council meeting, as though the weight of a thousand whispered suspicions clung to its air. Lucian walked beside Saraphina, his steps silent but sharp, his shoulders tense from Astra’s subtle barbs during the gathering. Saraphina matched his pace, her eyes fixed ahead, yet she felt his distance like a blade pressed against her ribs.He had barely looked at her through the meeting, his attention instead locked on Astra’s every word, every suggestion, every calculation. It had been necessary, she reminded herself. Astra was their strategist, the sharp mind that could carve paths through traps and ambushes. Still, Saraphina hated the way Astra’s voice had curled around Lucian’s focus like smoke choking a flame.Lucian broke the silence first. “You were quiet in there.”“I didn’t need to speak,” Saraphina replied softly. “Everything important was