Kael
By the next morning, it was almost unsettling how normal everything felt.
No whispers. No hesitation. No guarded looks every time I walked past someone in the halls.
The guards stationed outside the eastern wing snapped to attention the second they saw me, fists crossing over their chests in respect like absolutely nothing had happened. One of them even opened the door for me with a polite, “Morning, Beta.”
Beta.
Not traitor.
Not i***t.
Not the man who’d nearly burned his entire life to the ground over someone who had walked into the kingdom under a lie.
I slowed slightly as I continued down the corridor, brow furrowing.
What the f**k did Thoren tell these people?
Because the last thing I remembered before disappearing into my own personal spiral was throwing a knife through
