Whispers Beneath Moonspire
Far from Blackthrone City—where Leon and Cassidy drowned themselves in unbroken passion, their bodies entwined like flame and shadow under the night—the world went on quietly. Hours away, at the pulsating core of the Capital, Moonspire's great palace stood under the somber light of the rising moon.
The inner core of the palace shone with prosperity and age. The walls were inscribed with delicate gold designs, the ceilings topped with massive chandeliers of crystal and diamond that dripped warm light in liquid fire. The very air vibrated with the scent of exotic flowers, fresh every day in carved porcelain vases. Blue silk tapestries hung on the walls, inscribed with silver thread illustrating moons, stars, and dead kings.
