Chapter 40
- The silence of the room, thick with the scent of wax and lavender, was shattered by a sharp, almost desperate knock on the heavy oak doors.
- Corvo tensed instinctively, his hand still tangled in Myriella’s dark hair.
- The door opened, and Malok, captain of Myriella’s personal guard, appeared on the threshold, breathless. A crumpled parchment with its broken wax seal was clenched in his hand.