In the days that followed our encounter in the royal armory, the palace buzzed with whispered rumors and speculation. The revelation of my connection to Darius Calderon, the Commander of the Knights, had sent shockwaves through the court. It was a secret that few knew, and it cast a shadow of intrigue over our family.
Vivianne and I met in secret to discuss our next steps. The bond between us had strengthened, born out of our shared desire to uncover the truth about our tangled family history. We pored over old documents and letters, searching for clues that might shed light on the past.
One evening, as we sifted through dusty tomes in the palace library, Vivianne made a discovery that sent shivers down our spines. She held up an old journal, its pages yellowed with age, and showed me a passage written in our grandmother's elegant script.
