The explosion did more than destroy the walls it shattered order itself.
Leon was hurled into a stone pillar, blood streaming from his temple. The Marchioness crashed against the broken birthing table, her arm twisted painfully out of place. Briella sat frozen on the floor, breath coming in short gasps, her gown torn at the shoulder. Ingira collapsed to her knees beside the bed, both hands shaking violently as she tried to force herself back up. Lukas caught the body of an unconscious healer, while the remaining medics and guards lay scattered some groaning, some far too still.
Annie and Mira Liv's two attendants were thrown into the corner of the room. Annie tried to rise despite the blood soaking her leg, while Mira clutched her bruised abdomen, tears streaking down her dust-covered face. Other servants did what they could, dragging the wounded away from debris that still crumbled from above.
Chaos.A silence filled with unspoken screams.
