Trafalgar broke the silence himself, the word still lingering in the air between them, not as awe anymore, but as something heavier settling behind his ribs.
"If my mother was the Primordial Mother," he said, voice steady but stripped of softness, "then why is my title Cursed Heir?"
The question did not sound accusatory. It sounded tired. Like something that had been waiting its turn.
Rhosyn did not look away from him. When she answered, there was no hesitation, only restraint.
"Because your mother made a mistake," she said. "Not out of malice. Not out of weakness." Her fingers tightened slightly at her side. "She revealed herself."
The words carried more weight than they seemed to hold.
