Chapter 28 Whispers Before the Storm

The wind carried an unease that morning, gliding over the rooftops of Akun like a silent messenger. The sky, though bright, felt wrong-too quiet, too watchful. And within the stone walls of the palace, the storm that brewed was not of rain, but of plots and whispers.

Queen Morounkeji stood alone on the east balcony, her silk wrapper trailing behin