Kiara I didn’t volunteer to serve Ryden. Not at first. After the masquerade, the palace went quiet. Not peaceful quiet. Suspicious quiet. The kind that made your skin itch and the guards start patrolling in pairs, eyes darting like they expected someone to come crawling out of the walls. Julise kept her head down. She’d been avoiding me since dawn after the heist and the confession, keeping herself busy cataloging, commanding, chopping, washing—things she normally handed off to someone else with a flick of her wrist. It was as if she’d taken every ounce of her fear, her guilt, her tension, and shoved it into the callouses of her palms. And me? I gave her space. After my third failed attempt at conversation and her flinching at my voice like it stung, I stopped trying. She seemed like she needed the silence. Like maybe the weight of what we’d done—the scrolls, the theft, the ancient bloodlines tangled in our names—had finally caught up to her. The scrolls and books we’d take
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