Zethar;
The corridors of Nagari's inner palace are quiet at this hour… too quiet for a kingdom that prides itself on order wrapped in violence.
On the outside, we look like a pristine, peaceful kingdom. But in truth?
We are vicious. Ruthless killers with cruelty wove so masterfully into our veins that it's second nature.
The only good thing to others is that we know how to hide our fangs… except when provoked.
The silence of the corridor is broken by my robe sweeping against the ground as I make my way through the stone pullers with serpents carved spiralling around them.
Home… this place ought to hold warmth, but there's this agitating heaviness being in this place brings. My footsteps echo against the polished stone floor as I move. Each step is soft and deliberate. The sound is almost therapeutic.
I don't rush. I never rush. People who rush give away too much: fear, eagerness, desperation.
