[Silthara Palace—Nightfall—Towards the Dining Chamber]
Night descended fully over Silthara.
Oil lamps were lit one by one along the vaulted corridors, their flames steady and disciplined, casting amber light that glinted in the carved eyes of stone serpents winding along the walls. Shadows stretched and bowed, reverent in the hush that followed evening prayers.
Levin walked slowly through the dining chamber, Asha cradled against his chest. The cub's warmth seeped through the silk of his robes, a small, living presence that grounded him amid the vastness of the palace.
Then his steps slowed as his eyes caught the statue of Malika Ninsara again.
Her eyes were closed.
Levin's gaze lingered there, something tightening quietly in his chest.
Behind him, Zeramet stepped close, his presence unmistakable. He rested one hand lightly at Levin's waist, the other steadying Asha when the cub shifted.
