First message
Duskvein buzzed with life, streets full of vendors and townsfolk whispering about tomorrow’s ceremony. The new royal knight moved through the crowd, wearing armor and dragon bone robes, pale bones etched with faint runes. He was ready to serve as the queen’s personal guard, though the weight of the duty still felt new.
Among the crowd, a young noblewoman caught his eye. She moved with quiet grace, her gaze lingering before quickly looking away. When she noticed he had seen her, her cheeks turned red. She spun sharply, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, her voice firm
“What are you looking at? I’m a noble, you know!”
But beneath Liora’s calm face, a secret stayed hidden—tomorrow she would become queen. For now, she acted like any noble, watching, testing, keeping her true power from the knight