Chapter 427: The Village’s Silence
Meanwhile back in Wyfkeep Castle, Wyffellon, Wyfn-Garde; The long dining table groaned under the weight of golden trays, ornate goblets, and untouched food gone lukewarm.
Silver clinked softly as nervous nobles fidgeted. The air buzzed with irritation and thinly veiled disdain.
At the head of the table, King Gideon of Wyfn-Garde chewed slowly, eyes fixed on the carved lion crest on his goblet, tuning out the rising voices around him.
"—And I’m saying," Lady Audrey, the king’s first concubine, snapped as she slammed her spoon down, "that we’ve sent every hunter, every scout, every blade in this kingdom after those things—and still, not a single trace of him or his witch-wife!" Her eyes blazed as she gestured with manicured fingers. "Not even a whisper of one of the demon prince’s vicious group!"
Lady Lucile, the second concubine, elegantly bit into a sugared plum, utterly unbothered. "Perhaps they’re smarter than we gave them credit for," she murmured, smirking. "Or maybe your hunters are just as dim as they look."
Audrey’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don’t mock me, Lucile."
"I’m not mocking," Lucile said with a shrug. "Just observing. Loud desperation has never caught anyone worth chasing."
The queen, Sansa of Wyfn-Garde, sat like a statue of grace and weariness at once. Her hands rested in her lap, the sapphire ring on her finger glinting with each flicker of the chandelier above.
She hadn’t touched her food. Not even the lavender cakes.
She longed, just for a moment, to vanish from this hall of fools—to ride out far beyond the kingdom’s borders, to where titles meant nothing and silence reigned.
But that was a fantasy for girls without crowns.