(Paige’s POV)Noise rushes in when the King falls. A swell of hushed voices spreads fast, sharp as steam on hot stone. Out through a narrow doorway goes the stretcher, carrying him, pulled along by doctors and a few stunned nobles, faces drained. Behind them, the hall stays full but frozen, people hanging loose without grip - no ruler, no Greymont, no Prestwick to hold things tight.Inside the space, quiet hangs heavy, though nothing about it seems calm. Beside me, Noah stays motionless, energy crackling under his skin from taking down Greymont moments before. Air moves steadily in and out of his lungs, yet tightness runs through his frame - like something stretched too far. Watching. Always watching. Eyes trace corners, faces, doors, weighing who might move against us, who might run.Warm breath brushes my shoulder as Lysander shifts, half-dreaming. Such quiet moments feel strange now.Nowhere safe here, thinks Noah, words quiet. His
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