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In Kayer's current quarters— smaller than what was expected for a prince yet adorned with an unusual number of flowers —Riverus stood in quiet contemplation.
He had only stepped into this room once since a very long time, when he carried Cheska in after her mana circuits had turned erratic. Back then, he had no mind to notice the details.
Now, he took it all in.
Nothing had changed.
Kayer had once been offered a grander chamber, yet he refused. Instead, he remained here where time had stopped, where the air still carried traces of a presence long gone.
This was Ianthe's room.
Everything about it remained untouched, as if moving even a single petal would shatter the fragile stasis that grief had imposed.
Riverus' gaze shifted to the others who had followed him.
