C242 WHAT THE THRONE NEVER TOLD

When the doors closed, Aria did not move.

She stood right where she had been left, and the sound of stone sealing stone was still faintly resonating in her chest. Not loud. Not really dramatic. Just enough to make her lungs forget how to take a complete breath.

The hall had a different feel today.

Not less empty; it was fuller. It seemed as if the walls had leaned in to listen