She did not stand.
She folded into herself a shadow unraveling where light dared not touch.
Elariax was no queen.
She was a wound that never healed.
The courtyard whispered secrets.
Not in words, but in the brittle cracking of stone, the faintest scent of burnt lilac.
Kairon's breath was a blade pressed to her skin, his voice a splintered lullaby.
"They erased your name, but never the screams beneath it."
His fingers curled like claws not in anger, but in reverence.
He adored her like a poison he couldn't spit out.
Eren's eyes were a map of faded constellations, constellations she once traced in her dreams.
"You remember the lullabies we sang to the dying stars?
I still hear them in your silence."
His voice cracked, carrying the weight of a thousand forgotten promises
Promises she no longer knew if she deserved.
Sol, the boy who wore secrets like armor, stepped through shards of moonlight.
"She is neither dawn nor dusk.
She is the fracture where both bleed."
His smile was a secret she could almost believe.
But only almost.
The three men, fractured like her, orbiting the black hole she had become.
And she?
She was no longer a girl to be saved.
She was the storm.
A single violet flame flickered beneath her eyelids a memory? A curse?
I will rewrite the world.
Even if I have to burn it to ash.