Chapter 37 Caelum

• “Where are you going, Seraphina?” My voice echoes through the wide hall, laden with distrust.
• Seraphina stands at the door, one hand resting gently on the frame as the morning light spills over her figure. The silence she shared with me during breakfast lingers in the air, a chasm between us.
• This was the first night in five years that we didn’t share the same room. The physical separation felt inevitable after our last argument, a rift that carried more than bitter words. The silence in the castle, broken only by the occasional clink of cutlery or the whispers of distant servants, no longer felt comfortable.