Oriana stared at the silver button. She had not even realized there were buttons here on this ship.
The polished surface caught the faint lantern light, glimmering softly as the vessel swayed with the quiet, rhythmic breathing of the sea beneath it.
The subtle creak of wood and the distant whisper of waves against the hull filled the chamber with a calm, almost hypnotic serenity.
She turned to Zaroth, who was already walking toward a plush chair. The chair stood beside a small table, and opposite it rested another plush chair placed neatly across from it, as though prepared for a quiet contest between royalty.
Oriana followed and sat on the other side, the soft cushion sinking slightly beneath her weight, while Zaroth settled into the chair across from her with composed ease.
Their gazes locked silently.
Oriana smiled softly at him.
