Deyonjay stood in the doorway of his study, gazing out at the garden where Krissan often found solace. The recent weeks had brought an unprecedented calm to their lives, but he knew better than to let his guard down. In their world, peace was always fleeting.
As he turned to leave, he noticed Krissan in the hallway, engaged in a hushed conversation with his personal maid. The sight piqued his curiosity. Elara had been with him for years, and she was fiercely loyal, but she rarely spoke to anyone without his explicit instructions.
Deyonjay watched from the shadows, noting the animated expressions and the occasional glances in his direction that Krissan and his maid exchanged. Something was clearly afoot. His instincts, honed by years of navigating the treacherous waters of their world, t
