Chapter 16
A Queen's Decree
Elara confronts Silas, her voice steady and clear. She asserts her independence, her boundaries firm. She asks for nothing but her freedom and the right to choose her own destiny.
The air in the visitation room hung thick, a stale perfume of desperation and regret. Elara sat across the table, her hands clasped, a stillness about her that belied the tempest in her soul. Silas, across the Formica expanse, was a shadow of the man who had once cast such a long, suffocating spell. His eyes, once sharp with a dangerous spark, now held a duller, caged desperation.
He spoke first, his voice a low rumble that had once promised galaxies and delivered only dust. "You came. I knew you would."
Elara’s gaze met his, unwavering. "I said I would, Silas."
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