ログイン**ELDORIA** "You're early today, Sir Henley," the guard at the door of the King's private record room greeted him. Sir Henley. His highest profile disguise so far. The real owner of the name was away. He tugged once at the stiff collar of the borrowed jacket he'd 'stolen.' He had spent yesterday memorizing Henley's gait, his mild stoop, the clipped way he spoke to juniors, and the deferential way he leaned toward superiors. He'd chosen him precisely because Henley was the sort of man who could slip in and out of rooms like this without being noticed. "Numbers don't wait," Seren said, pitching his voice into Henley's dry register. "Unless you have a problem with that." The guard shook his head and stepped aside. Inside, the shelves lined the walls, filled with neatly labeled ledgers. Against the far wall sat a bank of equipment, screens, and dials, the newest of Eldoria's "eyes," humming quietly. Only one clerk was present, a young man bent over a ledger at the corner table.
**MYRKON**By the time Nico pushed Lena’s shop open, it was already dark.The harbor was filled with fishermen shouting as they unloaded the last of the day’s catch, their ropes slapping against wet wood. Lena sat at her table, glasses halfway down her nose, mending a sleeve. A lamp burned low beside her.“You’re back,” she said without looking up. “We thank the gods of the sea that they didn’t swallow you this time.”“They tried,” Nico said. “I’m very charming. I persuaded it to spit me out.”Lena snorted, then glanced at the window. “You’re too late for any mending,” she said. “We’ve closed.”“I know,” Nico said. “I came for someone else.” He nodded toward the curtain leading to the back.“She’s sweeping,” She eyed him over the rim of her glasses. “You could come back tomorrow when it’s daytime.”“Tomorrow is far away,” he said. “I was hoping to walk her home.”Lena’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t tell him to leave.Catherine emerged a moment later, hair tied back, sleeves rolled,
**DRAKONHELM**Back at the palace, Merren had already been through two of the supply courtyards, searching for more information on the real reason he was there.The problem was, in Drakonhelm, everything fit a little too well.Steady alliance. A new chapter. It was like listening to variants of the same script.He decided he needed someone less 'trained'.The opportunity came in the mid-afternoon, when he ducked into a narrow corridor off the main servants' passage to avoid a gaggle of Drakonhelm scribes.Inside, he spotted a young woman in Eldorian livery. She was one of the staff who had come with the Prince and Princess's entourage."A fellow Eldorian like me," Merren greeted casually.She blinked, then recognized his face from the press contingent. "You're one of the reporters?""Guilty," he said. "My name is Merren."She hugged the ledger tight to her chest."Dalia.""Tell me, Dalia," he said, as if in idle curiosity, "how are our people finding Drakonhelm? I've spoken to minister
**DRAKONHELM**The next engagement was at an orphanage beyond Drakonhelm’s inner ring of walls.From the carriage window, George watched as the city’s hard lines gave way to narrower streets, laundry strung between windows, children darting around cart wheels.He sat opposite Katarina and her younger sister, Almeria.“This is one of three we sponsor directly from the palace,” Katarina said. “The others have parish support. Father insisted that at least, one should sit within sight of the inner towers. He says it reminds him of who he’s responsible for.”George glanced at her. “And does it?”Her gaze flicked briefly to the window. “Some days,” she said. “On others, it reminds him who’s responsible to him.”Almeria pressed her nose to the glass, humming under her breath and trying to decide whether to wave at every child they passed.At that, she turned to her sister, the motion jostling the ribbons in her hair.“You make him sound very stern,” Almeria said. “He’s not always. He smiled
**ELDORIA**In the private chamber off their Majesties' apartments, the hour had slipped past most of the palace's business; the footsteps of their servants beyond their door had grown infrequent, the murmur of distant voices dulled.Charlotte sat curled sideways in one of the high-backed chairs near the hearth. A book lay open in her lap, thumb marking her place, though she hadn't turned a page in some time.Arthur stood at the window.The crown sat on a side table, a silent, gleaming presence that made its absence from his head feel more symbolic than practical."You're pacing without moving," Charlotte said softly.He turned his head slightly. "Am I?""Yes," she said. "I can hear it from here."He managed a faint smile. "That's a new trick."She closed the book and watched him. "You came up late," she said. "Later than you said you would. The council ran long?""It did," he said. He turned away from the window at last and crossed to the chairs. "They had much to say.""What did th
**ELDORIA**Seren didn’t move, afraid that anything too abrupt would jerk her away from whatever thin thread of memory she’d finally grasped.“Where?” he asked quietly. “Where did you see Catherine?”Lucy frowned, eyes going unfocused again as she replayed the night in her head.“I was coming back,” she said slowly. “And then I saw her. She was… farther down the corridor, near the courtyard.”“Did you speak to her?”Lucy nodded slowly. “I… I think I did,” she said. “Honestly, it’s fuzzy. I have to admit I was drunk then, but...”She closed her eyes, one hand lifting as if to frame the scene.“I think I said, ‘Catherine, what are you doing up here?’ Something like that. And she sort of…” Lucy made a vague, helpless gesture. “She looked at me, but it was like she was looking past me. Eyes all wide and shiny. I thought maybe she’d been crying.”Seren’s chest tightened. “And what did she say?”Lucy’s eyes opened. “She didn’t respond,” she said. “She started to, but her mother answered for
**MYRKON**It was one of those rare days where both Catherine and her mother had an off-day on the same day. So, they made plans to go to the market.Stalls pressed close along the narrow street, a jumble of canvas awnings and wooden crates. Fish glistened on beds of crushed ice; spices turned the
**ELDORIA**Just at the south side of the gardens, Lucy sat with her apron folded over her knees, biting into an apple. It was her break time, so she savored every minute of it.Seren paused at the corner of the path, adjusting the book he carried under his arm. He had chosen this route deliberatel
**DRAKONHELM**The long silver service still gleamed on the sideboard when the footman brought in the correspondence for the day.
**ELDORIA**George needed a break from everything going on, and he called his trusted friends to go for a walk into town.They stepped out through the side gate rather than the main entrance, their cloaks pulled close against the cold of late winter.The moment the palace walls fell away behind the







