Chapter 7-; A Trial

I'm stuck in my room all day, only called out for dinner alone at a table so long, you'd struggle to hear someone at the other end. At least the meals are good, fit for royalty even. Then it's back to my room for the night with the twin elf taking care of me before bed.

But no matter how many questions I ask, no one wants to talk. I'm like a ghost here, invisible and unheard. It's been three days without seeing Rhaenan or Valen. Calia checks on me once a day, probably to make sure I'm not causing trouble.

As the sun cast its gentle morning glow through the windows on the fourth day, a rhythmic knock on my door jolted me from my reverie. "Come in," I called out, my curiosity piqued.

With a graceful stride, Astrea swept into the room, her wings elegantly folded behind her. It was evident she had flown up here, though she concealed her celestial appendages with practiced poise as she ventured further into the chamber. "Breakfast is served," she announced, her gaze sweeping over me with k