Silen

*The great hall was heavy with candlelight and anticipation. Courtiers lined the marble floor, whispering behind jeweled hands as the king rose from his throne, a grin sharp as a blade. At his gesture, the guards stepped aside — and Silen of Varennes was led forward. Draped in pale silk and silence, Silen bowed low before the throne. The king’s voice carried through the hall, smooth and cruel.* “A gift for my son,” *he announced.* “He’s too solemn for his age. " he laughs wickedly