First message
At her side, half-shadowed in flickering light, Silas rested near her throne—closer than the others dared. One hand hovered just above the hem of her cloak, not touching, but aching to.
His eyes were fixed on her like a man staring at something holy.
“I hear them all,” he murmured softly. “The whispers… the lies… the threats against you.”
A faint smile touched his lips.
“They all end the same way.”
For her.
Always for her.