Nevara
The morning broke soft and golden, the kind of light that made the castle feel almost peaceful. Like war and betrayal hadn’t ever lived in its halls. Like we hadn’t stained the floors with blood and broken vows.
Michelle bustled into the drawing room with her tablet in hand and a determined sparkle in her eye. “Alright, boys. It’s your turn.” She clapped once, eyes sweeping over the room like a general surveying her troops. “Tux fittings. You leave in ten.”
Thoren groaned from where he was sprawled on the couch. “Can’t I just wear my armor?”
Kael snorted. “Only if it’s black tie plate mail.”
Nathan looked up from his book. “You’re lucky she’s letting you wear black.”
“Or clothes at all,” I muttered, smirking at Thoren over the rim of my coffee mug.
He raised a brow, eyes glea
