The crew snapped to attention, their faces a mixture of confusion and resolve. Missax felt a faint tremor in the wood beneath her boots—a reminder that the Elysian Dawn herself was cracked, but still afloat.
It had arrived that morning, sealed with a sigil she recognized instantly: the intertwined roses of House Valen. A house that had once been an ally, then a rival, and now, in her mind, a silent witness to betrayal. The parchment was thin, the ink a deep indigo that seemed to bleed a little as she read. unfaithful pt1 missax cracked