Yvanna sighed, her shoulders finally loosening just a fraction beneath the filtered amber light that streamed through the stained glass windows of her private solar. The intricate patterns of saints and stars painted her silhouette with a holy glow, one that sharply contrasted the grim realities she was about to recount. She turned to Kaelyn, who lingered at the entrance with her cloak still clutched around her shoulders, looking very much like someone who had stepped into a world turned on its head.
"You should be aware of what's been happening these last two days," the Duchess began, her voice clipped, regal, but laced with a tension she couldn't fully suppress.
