EsmeThe hall smells of oil, smoke, and pride. The council has been talking for hours, words stacked like stones no one dares to lift and King Ardon sits at the head table, his crown set aside, one hand resting against his knee. He looks calm enough to make others forget calm can break.I stand behind the lower dais with the other servers. My fingers ache from holding the platter too long but Marek said to stay invisible, and I’ve done that my whole life. But every eye in this room cuts like glass, and every breath I take feels loud.A scribe moves along the wall, collecting notes. The balcony above him groans, faint, but enough for the guards near the doors to glance up. No one speaks of it, and the council keeps arguing. Varick pounds his fist, Thalos sneers, and Lady Selene leans in her chair, her silk sleeve brushing the floor.Then the groan turns into a crack. A beam splits, dust falls like gray snow and the scribe looks up too late.The balcony gives.Instinct moves before thou
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