Chapter 98
Tanin smiled as she walked down the stairs that morning, her expression radiant and serene. But behind that smile, worry gnawed at her insides like an unrelenting beast.
For two nights in a row, she had been plagued by that same terrifying dream—the one where her children were taken from her, their cries swallowed by the darkness, her hands reaching for them only to grasp nothing but emptiness. The fear it left behind was unbearable, clinging to her like a second skin.
Sometimes she wondered why the Moon Goddess, Selene, wouldn't just appear before her and tell her what was wrong. Was it a warning? A message? Or simply a manifestation of her deepest fears?
She exhaled heavily, shaking her head as she entered the dining hall. It was filled with the usual morning buzz—maids bustling about, the clinking of silverware against porcelain, and the faint murmurs of conversation. Her eyes instinctively searched for Damian at the head of the table, but he wasn't there.
