Third Person POV:
The corridor did not empty right away after the confrontation. Servants moved carefully along the walls, pretending not to notice what had passed in the receiving chamber, yet their silence carried curiosity. The air itself seemed aware that something delicate had shifted.
Silas walked beside Selena, his hand resting at the small of her back as he guided her forward. The touch looked gentle to anyone watching, almost affectionate. Yet there was a firmness in it that did not go unnoticed. It was not comfort. It was direction. His thumb pressed slightly as they turned the corner, subtle but deliberate, as though reminding her of where she stood.
Selena did not pull away. She did not lean into him either. She simply walked, her spine straight, her expression composed. Inside, however, she felt the weight of eyes on her back. She knew exactly who those eyes belonged to.
The triplets followed a few steps behind.
