š.š: Buried memories
šhe noblemen's leisure hall was cloaked in uneasy stillness.
It had always been lively thereāespecially on days when a controversial topic stirred among the seated aristocrats. Laughter, heated debates, the clink of gobletsāit was a chamber known for sound. But today, it was deserted.
And the silenceā¦ felt wrong. Suffocating.
Nestled far from the bustling heart of the palace, the room should have been serene. Instead, the velvet curtains hung too still, like a breath held too long. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows in timid rays, casting fragmented rainbows across the cold marble floor. Even the air felt reluctant to move, as if it too feared what might be said.
A few paces away from the grand oak doors, Luke and Lucas stood shoulder to shoulder, though the tension between them made it feel like a chasm stretched in the space between.
Their voices were low. Sharp. Biting.
