Darius

The night felt bland and dry. After the rainfall, the entire palace was silent. Not even the sounds of squeaky rats were heard. The aura felt off, like we were all in mourning. I tried to eat the lavish delicacies and assorted food and drinks displayed on the dining table, but nothing seemed to go down.

“Take this away.” I ordered the maids to return them to the kitchen. Their eyes widened in shock as I was known not to play around with food. Yet, they could not muster a word out ...