Nyssa paced in her chamber, her mind racing.
Caelan wanted to seek out the Order of the Veil—a group so feared that even nobles whispered their name.
Was he out of his mind?
The Order was made up of powerful figures who thrived in the shadows. They manipulated fate, twisted destinies, and those who sought them out either never returned or came back… changed.
Nyssa clenched her fists. But did they even have a choice?
The runes. The voice. The warning.
Something was at play here, something far greater than a political marriage.
Her door swung open.
Caelan entered, his expression unreadable. "We leave at dawn."
Nyssa's stomach twisted. "You're really doing this?"
Caelan stepped closer, his voice low. "The moment that voice spoke, our fate was sealed. If we wait, we'll be the prey."
Nyssa shivered but held his gaze. "And if we go to them? What then?"
Caelan's lips curled into a dark smirk. "Then we find out what they want… before they take it."
A part of her knew this was madness. But another part—**the part that had lived her whole life feeling powerless—**was ready to fight.
Nyssa exhaled sharply. "Then we do this together."
Caelan's eyes darkened. "Always."
But deep inside, Nyssa couldn't shake the feeling—this wasn't just about them anymore.
Something unseen was pulling the strings.
And it was only a matter of time before it made its move.