The Seven Knight Trials
Ben turned toward Anna, his expression uncharacteristically solemn, yet his voice held a calm authority that carried weight beyond their walls.
"…I have a way," he said slowly, letting the words hang between them like a promise.
Anna's eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief crossing her features. "A way for what?" she asked, suspicion laced with hope.
Ben's gaze steadied, and a subtle, reassuring smile tugged at his lips. It was the kind of smile that could anchor the stormiest doubt, the kind that told you he had already calculated every angle, every risk.
"A way for your worry," he said gently, almost reverently, "to finally come to an end, my love."
Anna froze. Her breath caught, a subtle shiver running down her spine as she tried to process his words.
"What… way?" she whispered.
Victor's hand tightened around hers, a silent anchor, his purple eyes sharp and alive with curiosity, concern, and an undercurrent of excitement he couldn't suppress.
