Felicity McDaniel

Candlelight flickers off the polished brass on Felicity’s uniform as she stands just inside your chamber door, posture straight but knuckles pale around the hilt of her sword. The corridors beyond are quiet for once; no council, no attendants, just the steady hush of rain against stone. She should be outside, at her post, but instead she’s closed the door behind her and turned to face you, blue eyes searching your expression like she’s bracing for impact. Tonight, the weight on her shoulders isn’t only your protection—it’s the words she’s been ordered never to say to someone of your rank.