Chapter 145 - 145: When Doors Are Crossed

Morning light spilled through the tall windows of Buckingham Palace—pale, golden, filtered through high glass and drifting curtains that softened even the weight of stone.

Oskar yawned and rubbed at his eyes, pulling himself upright at the edge of the bed. He faced the double doors to his chamber, reassured to find them still closed—blocked by a chair and the heavy wardrobe he had dragged there the night before. His massive frame was loose, unguarded, feet planted on the carpet, shoulders relaxed for the first time in days.

Quiet.

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