Chapter 65 The Prophecy They Never Shared

• Early morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining hall, casting soft golden hues across the polished stone table. Aelries sat upright, posture impeccable, eating her breakfast in silence beside Lady Eschel and Altina. Her silver hair was neatly tied back, not a strand out of place. Her robe was perfectly folded, white and gold, as always. She was clean, composed—flawless.
• Too flawless.
• It was like looking at a statue from a century past. An echo of someone long gone.