KRISTEN'S POV

The chamber beneath the east wing had never been meant for comfort.

Stone walls, no windows, a single torch flickering against iron bars — a place that stripped away pride and left only truth.

Narvia sat chained to the center pillar, wrists bound in silver cuffs that hissed faintly against her skin. She didn’t look broken. If anything, she looked… entertained.

Her eyes followed Eliana and me as we entered.

“Two against one?” she said, voice lilting. “I must ...