The Unspoken Replacement

MAEVIA

I left the lower trade district as the afternoon light began to fade. The work had taken longer than expected, but I kept my pace steady as I returned toward Blackstone Keep.

The path leading back to the estate was quiet, and the guards at the outer gates did not question me. I carried a bundle of golden sunflowers in my hand, holding them carefully as I walked.

Another moon cycle had passe