Valka
My nights have been dreamless lately. Perhaps, it is why walking past these doors feel somewhat real. Like I have tumbled into bed and merely awoken in a different verse.
I transverse the hallways of the Silvermoor castle, passing by statue after statue of the moon goddess and her cubs, a crown of moon and stars circling over her head, her heavy hand stretched forth upon the earth.
My eyes linger on the depiction of Thane for a moment before my legs carry me forward, towards the sound of shattering glass and angry, female shrieking.
I slip through the crack in the chambers white doors and find the room a mess of broken vases, plates and shards. The maids lurk in the shadows, head bowed, trembling. The scent of their fear is thick and heavy.
"Do you have any idea what I have given for this kingdom, boy?" a soft voice says.
