The days that followed passed like a dream suspended in sacred silence inside the queen's chamber of Nocture. The air that was usually bone-chillingly cold now felt heavier, thicker, as if the entire castle was breathing slowly and carefully to protect the pulse of life still wrapped within the golden cocoon. The black candles on the obsidian walls burned with a dim, dramatic flame, their long light dancing across the surface of the cocoon floating gently above the rumpled black silk bed, creating elongated shadows that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. The thick scent of black roses blended with the fragrance of fertile soil and faint divine dew that still lingered from the blessings of Goddess Persephone and Hestia, making every breath feel like an unspoken prayer.
