Chapter 15: Not For Glory
Lucia walked behind Kael in silence.
The soft sound of their footsteps echoed through the corridor, one after the other. A healer followed a short distance back, though the glow from their spell had already begun to fade. Most of the pain had dulled. But something else lingered.
Her hand still tingled from when he pulled her up.
Not from the magic. And not even from the pain.
It was the way he held it steadily, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
She looked down at her palm once.
So that’s what it feels like... when he chooses to act.
The thought came and settled, quiet and unfamiliar. Like finding an old room in a house you thought you knew.
He had stood there, unmoving not as a symbol of judgment, not as a tyrant, not even as the Mythrigan bearer.
Just Kael.
And for a brief moment, she hadn’t known what to do.
Not with the quiet.