Chapter 119 Whispers Beneath The Throne
- The storm didn’t break with screams or fire this time.
- It broke in silence.
- A tremor beneath the castle floor. A pulse in the stones. A hush that made the wind hold its breath. Espen felt it before the guards did. Before the dragons lifted their heads or the spell-weavers twitched in their sleep. A knot behind her ribs, twisting tighter and tighter.