Kael
The castle felt different now that the announcement had gone live. Not louder exactly, but faster. Information moved through halls the way scent moves through air—quietly, invisibly, and everywhere at once. Guards were already requesting updated rotations. Administrative officers were revising square layouts. The security office had sent three separate messages in under ten minutes asking for clarification on crowd containment strategy.
An open wedding in the town square. Wolves invited. Equal standing. Joint patrol visibility.
It was the kind of declaration that looked decisive from the throne and became complicated everywhere else.
I should have gone directly to the security wing.
Instead, I found myself walking down the west corridor toward a door I shouldn’t be headed to righ
