Elian's POV
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The weight of Kyren's last words still pressed against Elian's chest as they moved through the dim corridors of the palace.
The air felt heavier than usual, as though the walls themselves knew something had shifted. Elian's bare feet padded softly over the cold marble until he realized, belatedly, that he hadn't even thought to grab shoes before leaving the bed.
Kyren didn't comment.
He simply walked with that same predator's grace, his crimson robe billowing faintly behind him. The comm-stone's glow still seemed to cling to his palm, like a reminder of the report that had cut their quiet moment short.
Elian quickened his pace to match.
"You said… the maid," he ventured, his voice hushed. "Something about her body?"
Kyren didn't slow. "You'll see soon enough."
[Love that ominous tone. Really comforting.]
Elian's jaw tightened, but he kept silent. The system's voice was the last thing he needed blaring over the dread already in his stomach.
