Veya’s POVThe journey to Nocturnis Palace lasted four punishing days. The carriage rattled over uneven stones, the horses’ hooves striking sparks against the road.Above the horizon, smoke-colored fog choked the sky. The palace rose from the jagged ground—obsidian towers gleaming like scorched bone, black spires slicing through night with cruel precision.The gates creaked open, a sound that groaned like the earth itself.The carriage halted. A guard with a skull-shaped helm yanked open the door, his stare sharp and cold.“Out.”I stepped down. The wind carried iron and blood. Each breath stung my throat raw.A servant approached, holding out a gauze veil. “Do not look upon the King. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not touch anything.”I nodded, slipping it over my head. “Understood.”“Move, slave.” A soldier jerked the chain around my wrists. I stumbled forward, body sore, and stomach hollow.Nocturnis’s grand hall reeked of power. Wolf skulls gilded in gold lined the walls, battl
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