Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 165

The command carried the unmistakable weight of authority.

Soon the palace halls fell quiet.

Visitors were turned away.

Guests disn

Every

nts were reassigned to other wings of the palace.

ness of her chambers, Lyressa lay beneath the

by the day.

w of lantern light…

Lyressa woke suddenly.

oment she lay still, her mind heavy with sleep

nderstand what had disturbed her.

oom was quiet.

30 quiet.

Instinctively, she reached across the bed by

Cold sheets met her fingertips.

Lyressa frowned faintly, her han

“Draevyn?” she murmure

No answer.

She waited a mon

Perhaps he h

meetings

space again.

palace was vast, and he often rose in the night to continue reviewing reports or Ved from the Unseelie Court.

settled her.

eave her side.

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Urself upright slowly, her body protesting the effort. The weakness that had plagued her for weeks had not yet and the simple act of sitting made the room tilt slightly around her.

the dizziness faded.

ped carefully from the bed.

bled the moment her wef

toward the chambe

idors beyond

he edge of the bedpost as she steadied herself

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With visitors dismissed and most of the palace staff reassigned to distant wings, the halls had fallen into a strange, hollow quiet.

Lyressa moved slowly along the wall, her fingertips gliding against the cool marble for support as she made her way down the corridor

“Draevyn?” she called again, softer this time.

Only silence answered her.

The quiet stretched on.

Too quiet.

She was beginning to wonder if she should simply return to bed when something drifted down the hallway ahead.

A sound

Faint

Lyressa paused.

The sound came again–low and muffled behind one of the heavy doors at the far end of the hall.

The briefing room.

Of course.

Relief flickered briefly through her chest.

That made sense. Draevyn had spent countless hours there since arriving at the Seelie court, poring over records and theories in his relentless search for answers.

He was probably still working.

For her.

Lyressa continued down the corridor, moving as quickly as her weak legs allowed.

But the closer she came, the more the sound sharpened.

It wasn’t the quiet murmur of voices.

Nor the rustle of parchment or the shifting of chairs.

It was a woman’s voice.

Not speaking.

A soft sound escaped again from behind the door.

Lyressa stopped.

Her brow furrowed.

Pain?

No…

Her stomach tightened.

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