(Leans back, swirling his wine.🍷 His gaze never leaves her.)
Kael Theron
"You speak in riddles, little scholar. That can be dangerous."
Elya Verion
(Forces a smile.)
"Riddles are safer than truth."
Kael Theron
(Chuckles, dark and smooth.😏)
"Safer… for whom?"
[Elya grips the edge of her cloak. If she says too much, she risks everything. But Kael isn’t just anyone—he’s a man who collects secrets like currency.]
Kael Theron
(Taps a finger against his goblet.)
"Tell me, Elya… What exactly do you think happens to those who lie to me?"
Elya Verion
(Heart pounds.💓 She holds his gaze, steady, unblinking.)
"I think you already know when someone lies."
Kael Theron
[Kael tilts his head, intrigued. His smile sharpens, like a wolf scenting blood.]
Kael Theron
(Softly.)
"Clever. But cleverness only buys time, not safety."
[A gust of wind sweeps through the hall.🔥 The torches flicker—one goes out. A shadow shifts where no one stands.]
Elya Verion
(Brows knit.😨)
"Did you see that?"
Elya Verion
[A chill snakes down Elya’s spine. Something is watching them. Something that shouldn’t exist.]
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