LOGIN*Julia*Julia blinked once, slowly, waiting for her eyes to correct the picture before her. Waiting for the very room to correct itself. Because, otherwise, it just didn’t make sense. Because Belinda was supposed to be alone.Supposed to be waiting. For me.Belinda laughed again, quiet and effortless, as if the room had never been anything but warm. Cup lifting for another sip. Steam curling up from the teacups and vanishing, delicate as lies.As if Julia had not just crawled out of the castle’s bones for her.As if the very atrocities she’d just done for Belinda…didn’t matter.Julia’s throat tightened so hard the air scraped on the way in. Dust still clung to the hem of her skirt. Soot sat in dull smudges against her apron. The torn fabric snagged faintly against her calf with each small shift of her stance, and her ankle throbbed where she’d twisted it in the dark. She could smell herself—stone and damp, old corridors, stale wine—crashing grotesquely against this room’s sweetness
*Julia*Julia did not remember the exact moment when her body decided it was time. It simply happened.One foot shifted, then the other–her body moving all on its own to leave the room. Heels clicked softly across wooden panels as if propelled by some invisible string. Her starched skirts shifted with each step, heavy fabric whispering against itself in a sound far too ordinary for what just happened.For what she had just done.But slowly, without her permission, like too many times before now, that familiar sensation was returning. Like a veil falling over. The one that always came after dark deeds were done in the name of unshakable devotion. The routine slid into place as if it were a second skin. Julia’s lips thinned into a hard line. Her brows falling back into place. Collected, poised, and unmovable in both expression and posture like the perfect servant was meant to be. As if this too would be nothing but another sin she could push down and away. Given enough time. Just lik
*Alexander* “And the worst sin of all—”Belinda leaned forward, close enough that Alexander could see the tightness at the corner of her mouth, the anger held in the very muscles of her jaw, just as if still restraining herself. Even now and here, as she leaked out the very last of what had accumulated between for too long.The hinge on which everything had swung over both of them like the low hanging dagger of time. Her truest wound. “You brought Nicoli to her.”For a moment, Alexander could only listen. His mouth opened and closed as if air had become something he had to earn, and he couldn’t. Her words hung in the room—You brought Nicoli to her. They were hard and blunt on the surface, yes… but underneath it, swollen and infected, lay a verdict that had been long festering for twenty-two years. Not simply an accusation.But a sentence—sharpened not by Parsal’s desperate tear filled pleas for safety, not by Anastasia’s isolated existence against a court that would never truly acc
*Alexander*“The same that killed her.” Alexander pulled in a shallow breath—tasting too small, too late. The words barely fit past his throat. “And that’s… killing me.”His accusation hovered over both of them. The accusation–the truth. It wasn’t spoken with passion. There was no tearful theatrics. It was just…there for both of them to now see. Feel. Like a hollow thing that hung low. Something with teeth that had finally taken hold as if a long sleeping beast. Canines dig down, cutting skin, to find anchors in tender flesh. Bleeding out the only thing left for them now. The truth. Raw and exposed as brittle and blinding white bone.And still, despite the ripping in his chest, the iron burning taste on the back of his tongue…Alexander did not look away.He would not.Sapphire eyes, now dull and fading, held hers. Watching as if unable to do anything but wait and see. Or hope to see what could still be a sign that she wasn’t completely gone. A simple gesture. A flinch–something to s
*Alexander*Alexander blinked, slow and methodically. Immediately feeling the edges of his body fight him, as if wakefulness were not a simple action but a daunting task with weight. Even the act of opening his eyes took something from him. His lashes felt heavy, stuck together by sleep that didn’t refresh so much as steal. The world swam for a moment, then steadied, edges sharpening as his vision finally focused. Only to quickly find the telltale signs of the present. Heat pressed against his face. While bitter herbs stung the back of his throat. Somewhere nearby the hearth cracked, a sound seemed too loud for how quiet the room felt more than was. Being awake was daunting.But he forced himself into it anyway out of sheer stubbornness. “Belinda,” he managed, voice rough like sandpaper, before finding her gaze once again.Belinda’s grey eyes continued to hold his—steady, controlled, unyielding as a queen should have. Almost colder for how calm it was, despite everything going on
*Alexander*The burning ache tore up his back with a vengeance.He woke with a wince to a viciousness in his spine, and the acrid taste of bad sleep in his mouth, folded into an ungainly curve from who knew how long slumped in the world’s most uncomfortable wooden chair.It took a few swallows for the foul offenses to finally wash down before he dared to unfurrow his back. The dull ache behind his eyes did him no favors, of course. More like throwing a punch when the poor man was already down. As if drilling into him that this was his fault in the first place.For he had fallen asleep sitting upright. Again. A bad habit he was past starting to form and more like practicing for sport. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up crooked with a hump on his back before he’d reach the age of thirty.And then how would that make my clothes hang? He found himself scuffing a soft laugh at the joke. Even in pain, he’d find some way to poke fun.Alexander yawned, the sound low and rough, and stretched h
*Hidi*“Mama,” Hidi loudly sighed before picking up her fingernails. It was a dull affair for her because it meant waiting. But still, habits die hard, don't they?“Mama,” Hidi went again with a roll of her eyes. “Can you read any slower, mama?” Hidi dug her teeth under her nails to spit out the dirt.
*Admiral Nugen*Admiral Nugen was still in pain from the dungeons. But he worked hard to hide it just as he hid all the bruises underneath his clothes. He did not want to disturb Ana any more than she already was. Admiral Nugen could take care of himself. He didn’t like to worry her. It was what Admi
*Ana*I clench my teeth as the words spin. I don’t know what to think, but my legs seem to understand what to do. They take off as soon as it’s over.“Are you mad?” Bruno’s voice is small as he follows a few steps back. I almost forgot he was there. Bruno is a reticent sort of child. Even his footstep
*Ana* “The season has changed quite nicely, don’t you think, Naska?” I look at the roses. “I guess.” Naska glances over with little interest. Most are dead save the last few blooms. I wanted to savor them as it would be the last time I would see them until the following spring. “Just means it's goin







