They moved Elowen before nightfall, not to the dungeons, as half the court had demanded, or to freedom, as the other half feared. Instead, guards escorted him back to the royal wing, to chambers adjacent to Corvin's own. A gilded cage with silk curtains and a door that locked from the outside.Elowen stood in the center of the room and listened to the bolt slide home. The sound was final, absolute. A key turning in a lock he could not pick, sealing him inside walls that might as well have been iron despite their velvet coverings.The chamber was smaller than Corvin's but no less luxurious. A four-poster bed dominated one wall, draped in deep blue fabric. A writing desk sat near the window, stocked with parchment and ink he had no use for. A fireplace waited, cold and empty. His few possessions had been transferred here: spare clothing, a book Corvin had given him weeks ago that he had never finished, and nothing else.The vial remained hidden in Corvin's chambers, behind the loose sto
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