Morning arrived quietly.
Too quietly.
The kind of quiet that always made Rael suspicious.
Which was unfortunate for everyone involved because Rael's suspicion usually resulted in investigations, dramatic speeches, emotional breakdowns, or property damage.
Sometimes all four.
This morning seemed determined to continue the tradition.
The palace awoke beneath silver mist.
Servants moved through the corridors.
Candles flickered.
The kitchens bustled with activity.
Wedding preparations resumed.
On the surface—
everything appeared normal.
But beneath the normalcy—
something had changed.
Everyone felt it.
Nobody could explain it.
Not after the altar broke.
Not after the voice.
Not after Sebastian remembered.
The palace felt...
watchful.
As though the ancient stones themselves were listening.
Waiting.
Holding their breath.
And nowhere was that feeling stronger than inside the royal council chamber.
