Chapter 46; Wings like shadow

The dining hall was thick with an uneasy tension as we gathered around the long oak table. The room itself felt smaller than usual, the flickering firelight casting long shadows over the walls, only adding to the palpable discomfort that hung in the air. Valen and the other Faeries had taken their seats opposite us, their presence unsettling the household staff, who couldn’t stop glancing nervously in their direction.

I shifted in my chair, my eyes flitting across the table. Father sat at the head, his jaw set, as though he were trying to suppress the chaos still raging in his mind from the vision we had just witnessed. Edina, sitting to his right, toyed with the edge of her goblet, her brow furrowed in thought. Across from her, Rhaenan sat stiffly but still managed to look at ease and at home with a lingering smile on his face. And beside him, Valen’s wings were folded tightly against his back.

The silence was almost unbearable, broken only by the soft rustle of the servants bringin