The slap was a sharp, flat sound that cracked through the corridor like a snapped branch in winter silence. Not the muted shuffle of servants adjusting trays. Not the clink of porcelain. This was flesh meeting flesh.I was standing barely six paces away.Aisha stood between Selene and me, hands clasped politely at her waist, her posture respectful but firm. She had always been that way. Soft-spoken. Loyal. Raised in Silvercrest since childhood.Selene stood opposite her, draped in pale silk, chin lifted slightly as if she were already crowned.“I require you,” Selene had said moments earlier, gesturing lazily toward Aisha. “You will attend me tonight.”Aisha had glanced at me first.That glance was instinct.“Lady Selene,” Aisha said carefully, “I serve Luna Zanny. If you wish for my attendance, please seek her permission.”I had been silent, watching.Selene’s eyes shifted to me briefly, cool and assessing. Then back to Aisha.“Permission?” she repeated lightly.“Yes, my lady.”And t
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