Vaelric walked into his mother's chambers as though nothing had happened.
The doors opened softly, and the young prince stepped inside with the calm composure of someone who had not just left a powerful priestess trembling in the corridor.
Behind him, far down the hall, Seraphielle still stood rooted to the spot where he had left her.
But Vaelric did not look back.
His expression remained relaxed and calm, almost indifferent, his grey eyes quiet and unreadable. The way it often did when he wished to hide what he was truly thinking
Seraphielle inhaled slowly, forcing her lungs to fill with air. Trying to steady the uneven rhythm of her breathing.
Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to calm the tremor that had crept into her hands.
Fear....
It was a rare emotion for her. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides as she tried to steady herself.
Impossible…
