The Price of Loyalty

The Price of Loyalty

The blade had come too close. Lucien stood by the window of their chambers, one hand resting on the bandage that wrapped his side where the assassin’s dagger had grazed him. His eyes, usually calm, now flickered with restrained fury as he stared out into the darkened courtyard below.

Seraphina watched him silently, her thoughts heavy with the weight of uncertainty. She had not slept since the attack, her mind consumed with questions. Someone in Idris’s palace had sent that assassin. Someone who knew too much, someone who wanted them gone—possibly dead. But who?

“We can’t stay here much longer,” Lucien said, breaking the silence. “Whoever sent that assassin won’t stop until they’ve succeeded.”

Seraphina moved to his side, her hand gently brushing his arm. “We can’t leave, not yet. If we run now, we’ll never find out who’s behind this. We need answers, Lucien.”