Five days passed in a silence that felt heavier than stone.The world outside Kael's chambers continued to move — servants whispering, fires burning, the sun rising and dying over Blackthorn's gray towers — but inside this room, time seemed to slow, thicken, and suffocate. Kael hadn't returned since that first night together. His scent still lingered faintly on the sheets, sharp and wild, and though I had tried to ignore it, I could never quite escape it.I had taken to sleeping as far from his side of the bed as possible, curling into the smallest space I could manage, as though shrinking myself might somehow make the room less oppressive. But even in his absence, the chamber felt occupied by him. His books on the shelves. His weapons on the walls. The lingering weight of his presence pressed into every corner, every shadow.Each morning Mira brought me food and stayed for as long as she dared. The girl's eyes were wary — not of me, but of the house itself. Blackthorn had changed. Th
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