Days after the funeral, the weight of Drace's death lingered in the air, but for Morvane, it was something else that occupied his thoughts. The events that had unfolded, the secrets shared and unsaid, all seemed to push him further into solitude.
He had tried to distract himself, diving into the royal palace's countless distractions. The grand library of Ketamran, filled with dusty tomes and ancient scrolls, became his refuge. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to Hiraya—her life taken, her memory a silent wound that refused to heal.
Morvane had kept his distance from Medas and the others. He didn't want to face the questions, the guilt that followed him like a shadow. But more than anything, he didn't want to confront the truth of what had happened to Hiraya.
It was during one of these aimless wanderings, through the stone halls and into the royal library, that Morvane's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
