The title burned into Alyssane's mind, each word a searing mark.
His Imperial Highness, Kazmun Rhaeve Serendal
Heir Apparent to The Imperial Throne of Sol Valeria.
Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she bolted from her room, echoing footsteps swallowed by the dark emptiness of the palace.
'This can't be!'
Just as her fingers brushed the ornate door of Seraphina's chambers, a bone-chilling chime shattered the silence. Alyssane cast a tense glance towards the clock and a tremor went through her.
It was midnight.
She was too late, but even knowing she couldn't do anything at the moment, a cold fear, a desperate need for answers clawed at her throat.
Alyssane returned to her room with heavy steps.
And with a sigh that shuddered through her entire body, she slumped against the cool wood of her door.
