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The invitation arrived folded into nothing.
It did not knock.
It did not announce itself.
Yuvan simply appeared at the courtyard entrance holding something that caught the late afternoon light and fractured it across the stone like shards of frozen sun.
Mong squinted. "Tell me that's not another cursed relic."
Yuvan smiled faintly. "Not cursed. Invited."
He held out the object.
It was thin. Transparent. Not parchment — but glass.
Anna rose slowly from her seat beneath the shaded arch. The others gathered instinctively, forming a quiet half-circle around Yuvan.
The glass plate shimmered faintly. Words etched themselves slowly across the surface in silver script.
To those who walk between silence and storm—The Glass Palace of Silenge open its gates.
Come ,if you dare to see what reflects truth.
No seal. No signature.
Anna frowned slightly. "What is Silenge?"
Kiyoshi answered first. "A land north of the eastern cliffs. Old magic. Quiet magic."
"Too quiet," Mong added. "The forest there listens."
"Listens?" Anna repeated.
Yuvan nodded. "The land rearranges itself. Paths shift. Trespassers vanish."
She looked back at the glass invitation. It was beautiful in a way that felt deliberate.
"And this palace?" she asked.
Kiyoshi's expression tightened. "Ruled by Lord Aeryn."
"Women's admirer," Mong said flatly.
Yuvan corrected mildly, "Women's collector."
Anna blinked once. "Collector?"
"He is known for inviting remarkable women to his court," Kiyoshi said carefully.
"And keeping them?" she asked.
A brief silence.
"No one stays unwilling," Yuvan said.
Mong snorted.
Shou Feng had not spoken yet. He was watching Anna.
"Do we have to go?" he asked quietly.
Anna met his gaze. She didn't answer immediately.
Something about the invitation felt deliberate.
Measured.
Not random.
"If he sent this," she said slowly, "then he expects me."
"That does not mean you must give him what he expects," Shou replied.
She studied the shimmering glass again.
Then she lifted it.
The surface warmed slightly beneath her touch.
Her eyes sharpened.
"We go."
No hesitation.
Yuvan inclined his head. "Then we prepare."
---
They did not leave at once.
Sileneg was not a place one walked into unprepared.
As dusk deepened, Shou Feng approached Anna's chamber carrying a folded bundle of silk.
She was standing near the window when he entered.
"You're serious," she said, noticing the garment in his hands.
"I do not walk into another man's palace carelessly."
He laid the silk across the table and unfolded it slowly.
The dress fell open like poured ink.
It was breathtaking.
The bodice was structured in deep black silk that tapered elegantly at the waist, embroidered with crimson threads forming delicate climbing blossoms. The skirt cascaded into a gradient — black melting into rich scarlet at the hem, sheer layers overlapping like smoke touched by fire. The sleeves were long and flowing, translucent at the edges, framed in red embroidery that caught the candlelight like living petals.
Anna inhaled softly.
"You brought this… for this?"
"I anticipated the need."
There was no vanity in his voice. Only precision.
She stepped closer, brushing her fingers along the fabric. It felt cool. Strong. Fluid.
"You think he'll underestimate me," she said.
"I think he will underestimate you either way," Shou replied evenly. "This ensures he regrets it."
A faint smile touched her lips.
He turned away politely as she changed.
When she stepped out from behind the screen, the room shifted.
The dress moved with her like controlled flame. The red embroidery seemed almost alive against the dark silk, blossoms scattered across the skirt as though caught mid-fall.
For a moment, Shou simply looked at her.
Not stunned.
Not possessive.
Intent.
"We are not finished," he said quietly.
He stepped behind her.
Her hair fell long and dark down her back. He gathered it carefully, weaving it into an intricate braided bun low at the nape of her neck. His fingers moved with deliberate care, securing each strand with quiet mastery.
From the small lacquered box he had brought, he removed the ornament.
Crimson silk flowers, detailed with golden accents and delicate beaded drops that hung like scarlet rain. He placed it into the braid.
The red against her dark hair was striking.
Balanced.
Powerful.
When he finished, he reached into his inner robe.
The necklace.
Silver. Simple. Old.
Anna's expression softened.
"Shou…"
"You must look beautiful, you are in my team." he said.
He fastened it gently at her throat. The clear stone settled against her skin, catching the candlelight with a faint internal glow.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She did not look like someone being invited.
She looked like someone entering by choice.
When she turned, Shou's gaze did not waver.
"Stay near me," he said quietly.
She held his gaze.
"I don't need hiding."
"I know."
---
The journey to Silenge was colder than expected.
The forest grew dense and unnaturally still as they approached. Birds did not sing. Leaves did not rustle.
Even Mong stopped talking.
When the trees finally parted, the Glass Palace revealed itself.
Anna stopped.
The castle rose from the cliffside like frozen sunlight carved into impossible architecture. Towering spires pierced the sky, slender and sharp, crowned with crystalline peaks that caught the moonlight and scattered it across the valley below.
The entire structure appeared sculpted from translucent stone — not fully clear, not opaque, but layered in pale blues and silvers that shifted with the light.
Below the cliff, a town clustered against the riverbanks — warm lanterns glowing beneath the massive shadow of the palace above. A wide arched bridge spanned the gorge, connecting the lower town to the steep path leading upward toward the palace gates.
Mist curled along the river.
Clouds drifted around the upper spires.
It looked like something pulled from a dream.
"It's… beautiful," Anna breathed.
"It's controlled," Kiyoshi corrected.
The main gates were vast sheets of reinforced crystal framed in pale stone. As they approached, the surface reflected them back — distorted slightly, elongated by the curve of the glass.
For a second, Anna felt watched.
The gates opened without sound.
Inside, the air was cool.
The entrance hall stretched impossibly high, walls made of layered glass panels reinforced by delicate silver frameworks. Chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, refracting light into shifting prisms that danced across polished floors.
Every step echoed softly.
Reflections surrounded them.
Too many reflections.
At the far end of the hall stood a man dressed in pale silver and white, dark hair pulled neatly back, posture relaxed as though he had been waiting for something inevitable.
His smile was easy.
Measured.
"Welcome," he said smoothly.
His gaze found Anna immediately.
"And here I thought rumors exaggerated."
The silence in the hall thickened.
Shou Feng stepped half a pace closer to her side.
Anna met the man's gaze without lowering hers.
"And you are?"
He inclined his head slightly.
"Lord Aeryn. Keeper of the Glass Palace. Ruler of Silenge."
His eyes flickered over her attire briefly — appreciative, assessing.
"You honor my home."
Anna's voice remained steady.
"We accepted your invitation."
Aeryn smiled faintly.
"Oh," he said softly, eyes gleaming. "You have no idea what you've accepted."
The mirrored walls shimmered faintly.
And somewhere deep within the palace—
Something shifted.
The ballroom doors opened with a slow, echoing hum.
Light spilled outward in waves — gold, silver, crystal — cascading over polished marble floors and mirrored pillars that climbed toward a ceiling painted like a living night sky. Hundreds of chandeliers hung suspended in midair without chains, rotating lazily, scattering fractured rainbows across silk gowns and jeweled masks.
Music drifted through the air, soft but hypnotic.
Anna stopped walking.
"This is…" she whispered.
"Excessive?" Mong muttered under his breath.
"Strategic," Shou Feng corrected calmly.
At the center of the hall stood the ruler of the Glass Palace — tall, draped in layered glass-threaded robes that shimmered like liquid crystal. His smile was too smooth. Too practiced. His eyes scanned the room like he owned every breath inside it.
He clapped once.
"My honored guests," he announced. "Welcome. Tonight is a celebration."
"A celebration of what?" Kiyoshi murmured.
The ruler's eyes briefly locked on Anna.
"New arrivals."
A ripple of quiet laughter followed from the crowd.
Yuvan subtly stepped half a pace closer to Anna.
The ruler gestured grandly. "Music! Let the night begin!"
The orchestra swelled louder. Dancers filled the floor.
Then Shou Feng froze.
Across the ballroom — near the grand staircase of glass — stood a man in deep blue ceremonial robes, sharp-eyed and unmoving.
Shou Feng's jaw tightened.
Mong saw it too.
"…Father," Mong breathed.
Yuvan glanced between them. "Is that—"
"Yes," Shou Feng said quietly.
The air shifted.
One by one, people began stepping aside.
Whispers spread like wind.
"Prince Shou Feng…"
"He's returned…"
"He stands before his father…"
The crowd bowed — not to the ruler.
To Shou Feng.
A clear path formed from where he stood to the staircase.
Anna blinked. "Why are they—"
"Yuvan," Shou Feng said without looking away, voice firm. "Stay close to Anna."
Yuvan nodded instantly.
Mong stepped forward beside his brother. "We'll handle Father."
Shou Feng didn't hesitate. He walked forward.
The crowd lowered even further as he passed, heads bowed, clearing the way completely.
Anna watched him go, her chest tightening.
On the other side of the room, a man in long indigo robes approached Kiyoshi. His fingers shimmered faintly with magic.
"Master Kiyoshi," the man said smoothly. "There is something you must see. Urgently."
Kiyoshi frowned. "Now?"
"Yes. It concerns… origins."
Anna noticed the tension in his shoulders.
"I don't want to leave," Kiyoshi said quietly.
"You must," the magician insisted.
After a long pause, Kiyoshi exhaled sharply. "…Fine."
He glanced once toward Anna and Yuvan before following the man through a side archway.
And then they were gone.
The music grew louder.
The crowd thicker.
Anna felt smaller somehow, swallowed by glass and silk and perfume.
She looked at Yuvan.
He gave her a soft smile.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said reassuringly.
"Promise?" she asked.
"Promise."
Hours seemed to pass.
Shou Feng had not returned.
Ming had not returned.
Kiyoshi had not returned.
The ballroom had grown impossibly crowded. Faces blurred together. Laughter sharpened into something unpleasant. Eyes lingered too long.
Anna felt it.
Aeryn was searching for her.
His gaze cut through the sea of bodies.
Looking for her.
Yuvan saw it too.
"Come," he said quickly.
He took her hand — firm but gentle — and guided her through shifting dancers, slipping between silk curtains and crystal columns.
They exited into a dim corridor.
Quieter.
Colder.
He moved fast.
They turned once. Twice.
Then slipped into a silent room.
The door shut softly behind them.
The space was vast but dark — empty except for towering windows stretching from floor to ceiling. Outside, the moon hung enormous and luminous over the enchanted lands of Silence.
Moonlight poured in, silver and soft, illuminating the dust floating in the air.
Anna breathed out slowly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Yuvan leaned against the wall, smiling lightly. "You're welcome."
For a moment, it was peaceful.
Just moonlight.
Just quiet.
"You know," Anna said softly, staring at the glowing horizon, "I have a friend like you at home."
Yuvan tilted his head. "Oh?"
"Yeah. He always stays when things get weird." She smiled faintly. "His name is Derek. He's very nice to me."
Yuvan's expression shifted — barely.
"Oh," he said lightly. "I see."
There was something unreadable in his tone.
"Are you really not from this world?" he asked after a pause.
Anna nodded.
He didn't laugh.
"That's okay," he said gently. "I believe you."
She blinked. "You… do?"
"Of course." He shrugged. "Even Shou Feng isn't from this world."
Anna turned sharply. "What?"
"You didn't know?"
She shook her head slowly.
Yuvan let out a small giggle. "He used to tell us all the time. That he didn't belong here. That he came from somewhere else."
"What?"
"I thought he was crazy," Yuvan continued casually. "Until Kiyoshi started saying the same thing."
Anna's heart pounded.
"Wait. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," Yuvan said softly, "both of them claimed they weren't born here."
Anna stared at him.
"They didn't tell you?"
She shook her head again.
"Wow," he murmured. "That's interesting."
"Tell me everything," Anna said quickly. "What do you mean they're not from here?"
Yuvan opened his mouth to answer—
A deafening CRASH exploded behind her.
Anna screamed.
A massive mirror dropped from the ceiling directly behind her, slamming into the marble floor with a thunderous impact.
Yuvan's eyes widened.
"Anna—!"
He shoved her forward just as the mirror's surface rippled like liquid.
Silver light surged.
Yuvan was pulled backward.
His body struck the mirror—
And vanished inside it.
Anna hit the floor hard.
"No!"
She scrambled up.
The mirror now stood upright, untouched, smooth.
Inside it—
Yuvan.
He was standing on the other side of the glass.
His hand pressed against it.
"Anna!" His voice was muffled.
She slammed her palms against the surface.
"I can see you—! Why can't I—?!"
Her fingers met cold glass.
Solid.
Unmoving.
Yuvan pounded from inside.
The mirror shimmered faintly.
"Get away from it," a voice said smoothly behind her.
"tsk tsk…"
Anna turned slowly.
Standing in the doorway, illuminated by silver moonlight, was Aeryn.
His expression amused.
Disappointed.
"You really thought," he said softly, stepping closer, "that you could hide in my palace?"
Anna stepped in front of the mirror instinctively.
"Let him out."
The ruler tilted his head.
"My dear," he said gently, almost kindly, "I haven't even started."
Behind her—
The mirror began to crack.
From the inside.
Yuvan's reflection flickered.
And then—
It wasn't Yuvan staring back anymore.
It was Shou Feng.
And he was bleeding.
To be continued..