Chapter 41

Kaelia

Two harps were brought forward and placed in front of us.

One gleamed under the soft lantern light, it was golden, polished, and perfect. It shimmered like something freshly crafted, each string glinting with care and pride. That one, of course, was placed before Giselle.

The other harp stood beside it, white, but dulled with age. Its once-bright sheen had long faded, leaving pale traces o