The dim lighting from the windows cast long shadows across the lavishly furnished room, the cold air of the diminishing winter slipping through the cracks, making the atmosphere feel frigid yet eerily calm. The silence between the two figures in the room was thick, almost suffocating, as they sat in wait.
Asher rested against the large velvet chair, his posture tense yet composed, while his sister, Nimora, sat opposite him on their mother's bed. Both had been summoned here by Queen Melissa, their mother, and neither had exchanged a single word since they arrived. There was an unspoken understanding between them—this meeting was not just a family gathering, but a confrontation of expectations, consequences, and perhaps, revelations.
