Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 99

She was going to need to master teleportation eventually—there was no getting around that if she ever wanted to return home. But beyond that… why not learn everything she could? This was who she was. Her powers. This realm. These people. All of it was part of her identity—one she’d only just begun to uncover. She would be a fool to turn away now.

At last, she lifted her gaze to meet Draevyn’s. “I’ll take you up on that offer,” she said. “But I want to start with dream-walking.”

A flicker of something like satisfaction crossed his face. “Very well,” he agreed. “I’m pleased that you’re willing to stay and learn.”

He gave a subtle nod to Soraya, who had remained in the corner so still and silent, Kaelani had nearly forgotten she was there. Without a word, Soraya slipped out of the room.

Draevyn turned back to her. “Before we begin, I want you to meet the seers. But be warned… their appearance can be alarming to those unfamiliar. I’d rather you be prepared.”

Kaelani gave a cautious nod, then reached for one of the pastries that had been sitting beside the coffee. She took a bite—and her eyes widened, nearly rolling back in bliss. The flavor was unreal.

“What is this made of?” she asked around another bite. “Slices of actual heaven?”

Draevyn laughed, the sound low and genuinely amused. “I’m glad you’re enjoying our food. If there’s anything else you’d like—any request at all—you need only ask.”

“That’s very kind,” Kaelani replied.

She had just taken another bite of the pastry when the doors creaked open, and a low breeze whispered in from the hallway beyond, stirring the flames of the sconces.

Soraya stepped back into the chamber, her voice refined as she bowed her head slightly.

“They’ve arrived, My Lord.”

Kaelani rose slowly, uncertain of what to expect—until she saw them.

Three figures glided into the room, cloaked in layers of ash-colored silk and tattered lace that shimmered like starlight in motion. They moved without sound, as if their feet never truly touched the ground. Their hair—white as bone and cascading in tangled waves—hung down past their waists, adorned with braids, beads, and bits of silver. Their skin was pale, almost translucent, stretched thin over high cheekbones and sharp, angular features. Fingers like willow branches—long, gnarled, and bony—folded and unfurled with deliberate grace.

They looked like death dressed in elegance. Ancient. Ethereal. Not alive in the way Kaelani knew life—but something far older… and wiser.

She flinched as they moved in unison toward her.

One of them reached out and touched her face with a skeletal hand, cool and weightless. Another inhaled deeply, as if breathing her in. The third knelt and ran her fingers along Kaelani’s palm, tracing the faint glow that pulsed beneath her skin.

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