Chapter 8 - Eight

Chapter 8 -Eight

The heavy wooden door to her father’s chambers creaked softly as Delia pushed it open. She slipped inside, closing it quietly behind her. The room was dim, the thick velvet curtains drawn tight against the sun, allowing only thin slivers of light to pierce the gloom. The air was still and smelled faintly of medicine, a scent that now clung to her memories of her father.

Baron Henry was once one of the most prominent figures in the king’s court. His sharp mind and tireless work had earned him a place of respect and influence that few could rival. He was the only Baron who served the king personally, a trusted advisor amongst a sea of Viscounts, Counts, and Dukes. His counsel was valued, and his loyalty had won him the king’s genuine favor. But a sudden, cruel illness had stolen him from the vibrant world of court politics and trapped him within the four walls of this silent room.

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