Chapter 28
- Xander Jade
- Feb 21
- 8 min read
The Empress’s private chamber was an anomaly—austere by Lumen standards, the entire room no larger than a crypt in the royal mausoleum. The walls were silver-veined basalt, polished to a dull mirror, the surface broken only by the crystalline desk at the far end. There were no banners, no books, no evidence of taste beyond the subtraction of all excess. Even the lighting was clinical, a diffuse glow that seemed to emanate from the marrow of the stone.
