Melody
The flames crackled in the distance, l*****g the edges of the northern wing of the palace, but I felt nothing, no fear, nothing.
Only purpose.
I had returned just in time.
I stood beneath the archway of my chamber’s corridor, the heavy stone behind me now silent. Just moments ago, the underground passage had swallowed my attendants, maids, and everyone who might’ve been caught in the storm Estrella had brought with her.
They were safe. That was all that mattered.
And now, it was my turn.
I stepped through the scorched doorway of my chambers, the smoke thick in the air, curling like angry spirits.
My once-beautiful tapestries had turned to ash, the silk bedding charred, and my bookshelf collapsed, with tomes blackened and unreadable.
Still, none of it made my pulse race.
