[Silthara Palace — the Inner Baths — Later That Morning]
Steam veiled the vast inner bath, rising in pale curtains that softened the world to stone and breath. White walls curved high above, smooth and ancient, carved with serpents in endless procession—their bodies winding into one another as if guarding the space from all that was unworthy.
At the center lay a pond-sized pool, its waters warm and slow-moving, carrying faint traces of crushed herbs and perfud oil.
Levin sat at the edge of the bath, shoulders bare, posture quiet.
Red marks blood across his skin, so faint, so darker. Behind his neck, half-hidden by damp hair, the black lotus glead softly—dark, unmistakable.
Iru and the other attendants moved around him with asured steps, heads bowed low. Yet all of them looked at the mark.
anwhile Levin? His thoughts wandered far from the chamber.
’He was nothing like the rumors,’ Levin thought distantly. ’They said he was rciless. That he devoured his consorts like offerings.’
Warm water was poured over his shoulders. Hands scrubbed gently at his back, careful, reverent.
’He is taller than any man I have seen,’ Levin continued inwardly, ’and his presence alone feels like standing beneath a collapsing sky...he may look like a beast. But he was... careful and tender last night.’
The thought unsettled him more than fear ever had.
’...and why would an emperor who seeks an heir destroy every consort he takes? There’s sothing wrong happening here.’
Levin exhaled slowly, leaning back as another basin of water was poured over his shoulder.
Then his cheeks ward—not with affection, but with the sudden, vivid return of mory. Heat. Weight. Command. The certainty with which Zerat had held him, not as sothing disposable, but as sothing chosen.
’Still...I did right thing, coming here as a bride. Because no other oga would have survived him,’ Levin thought, breath hitching faintly. ’That vast... terrifying—thing he carry beneath..."
He stopped himself, embarrassed even in his own mind.
"Consort," Iru said softly, breaking the silence at last. His voice carried the cadence of ritual, calm and deferential. "Please close your eyes."
Levin closed and warm water flowed over his hair and down his face. For a mont, all he could hear was the sound of water and the slow rhythm of his own breathing.
***
[anwhile at the Imperial Court of Zehryssar---Sa Ti]
The Imperial Court of Zahryssar lay beneath a ceiling of carved stone and gold, pillars rising like petrified giants, their surfaces etched with victories older than mory. Serpent banners hung motionless in the heavy air.
Zerat sat upon the throne, one elbow resting against the arm carved in the likeness of a coiled beast. His presence alone stilled the chamber.
Footsteps echoed.
Naburash entered, robes gathered close, and dropped to one knee, forehead touching the cold stone.
"I greet the Malik of Zahryssar," he said, voice reverent and careful.
Zerat’s golden eyes lowered to him, unreadable, "Speak."
Naburash raised his head only enough to breathe. "A letter has arrived for consort levin, bearing the seal of the Veyrhold." He hesitated. "I did not presu to break it."
At a gesture from Zerat, a maid stepped forward, silent as shadow, holding a silver tray. Naburash placed the letter upon it and withdrew. The tray was lifted and set before the throne.
Zerat broke the seal without ceremony and read. When he finished, he exhaled slowly, "There is no threat here, Only inquiry and worry."
He folded the letter once and set it aside.
"Take this to my Consort," Zerat continued. "From this mont onward, any word and gifts from my wife’s house is to be delivered to him directly."
Naburash stiffened. He lifted his gaze just slightly—enough to be heard.
"Forgive , Your Radiance," he said carefully, "but entrusting such authority to a newly taken Empress may endanger the realm. We must be certain he does not—"
The air shifted.
The light seed to dim. Zeramat’s gaze hardened, and when he spoke, the court felt it like a blade drawn across stone, "Since when, do you weigh the worth of my Consort, Naburash?"
"I beg forgiveness your radiance," he said, voice trembling despite discipline. "I spoke only for Zahryssar. We have buried many consorts. Each taken. Each lost after the first night and most of them were married with the intent to harm you."
"Enough."
The word cracked through the chamber like a struck tablet, "I will be the one decide whether my Consort carries ill intent or not Naburash, not you."
"Yes...your Radiance."
"Dismiss..."
Naburash bowed again, deeper this ti He withdrew backward, never turning his back until he reached the edge of the court. Only then did he rise and leave, the doors sealing behind him with a muted thunder.
And as Zerat sighed, the mory ca. Unbidden. A voice echoed through the chambers of his mind—soft, warm, impossible to forget.
"Zer..."
He was nine again.
Small. Silver-scaled. Kneeling upon cold stone while the world still felt too vast for his grasp. Before him stood a woman—an oga with eyes like dawn and hair braided in the old priestly fashion. She looked upon him not as emperor, but as a child.
"You are blessed by Malika Ninsara," she had said, her voice carrying like fresh air at morning. "Born of rare bloodline and silver scale. While you yet draw breath, you are the chosen among serpents."
Her gaze had softened, even as sorrow touched it.
"But such blessing draws enemies as fire draws night-wings. You will be hunted, Zer. Tested. Betrayed. Because a silver serpent’s consort will bear a life that carries—our god, Urzan’s favor.Not rely power—but renewal. Your child will be the strongest of strongest among the serpents. So protect your consort at all cost."
She had pressed her forehead to his.
"May the god of all serpents, Lord Urzan, watch over you and your consort."
The mory faded. Zerat exhaled slowly, hands clenching into his fist.
"...Damn it."
Too many consorts.
Too many deaths.
So had co with honeyed smiles and blades hidden beneath silk. Others had been weaker—poisoned before they ever reached his bed, their blood tainted with the black venom belongs only to one serpent-kind.
A venom that could kill other serpents.
The Black Serpent—Zahryssar’s oldest enemy, and the most dangerous of all who bore scale and fang.
But this ti, Zerat would not preside over another consort’s death.
’An Alpha who knows the agony of forming a womb’ he thought as he walked the long corridors toward Silthara Palace, sandals echoing against ancient stone. ’One who steps forward knowing the cost... such a soul does not betray.’
Sunlight filtered through latticework above, casting shadows along the walls.
’I will protect this one,’ Zeramat vowed inwardly. ’No matter what the empire demands.’
***
[Silthara Palace — Later That Day]
Levin sat in the outer sitting place of the palace garden, where tall palms cast gentle shade across patterned stone. The air slled of water and leaves, of crushed herbs warming beneath the sun.
Iru arranged a low tray before him—fresh fruits, dried figs, dates, and nuts laid out with quiet care. Levin barely noticed.
His attention rested on the iridescent stone bracelet in his hands. Light caught within it, shifting colors like trapped dawn.
"Consort," Iru said softly, bowing his head, "please take so fruit."
Levin glanced up, then down as Iru smiled faintly and lifted one piece. "Try this, Consort. Khajoor(Dates)."
"Khajoor?" Levin echoed, studying the dark, wrinkled fruit.
"Dried dates," Iru explained. "It has sweetness. Favored in Zahryssar, especially to his radiance."
Levin nodded and reached for it—
"Consort."
The voice ca calm and unmistakable. At once, every attendant bowed and stepped back, lting into the shadows like they had never been there.
Levin rose quickly and bowed. "Your Radiance."
Zerat approached across the stone path, robes of deep bronze and ivory catching the light. In his arms he carried a bundle of fresh lilies, their pale petals stark against his scarred hands.
Zerat’s gaze softened as he stopped infront of him. He held out the flowers. "These are for you, Consort. It reminded of you—soft, warm... and unyielding beneath the sun."
Levin blinked, startled, and then accepted them carefully. "Thank you, Your Radiance."
Zerat turned his head slightly. "Leave us."
The attendants bowed and withdrew without a sound. Silence settled—intimate, unhurried. Zerat’s eyes dropped to Levin’s hands. "May I ask what your holding, my dear?"
Levin followed his gaze. "This... is the present for you, Zer."
Zerat glances at the bracelet as Levin continued. "It is iridescent stone. A remnant of a sun-devouring dragon-beast."
Zerat stilled.
"A sun dragon," he repeated quietly.
"Yes."
Zerat studied the bracelet with reverence.
"Such stone is not found easily." His eyes lifted to Levin’s. "You brought a rare stone, should I understand that you’ve accepted as your husband consort?"
Levin did not look away. "I accepted you the mont I stepped beyond the gates of Veyrhold, Zer."
For a breath, Zerat said nothing. Then he smiled—small, genuine. He took Levin’s hand and pressed a kiss into his palm, a gesture old as kingship itself.
"Thank you, for being my Consort."
Levin only stared at him, breath caught. Zerat reached beneath his robe and drew out a long necklace—fine links of gold layered with blue stone, polished smooth by age.
"I possess nothing rarer than what you have given , but this is precious still. It was worn by the Malika who gave birth to ."
He stepped closer, closing the distance, and lifted the necklace over Levin’s head, fastening it carefully. His fingers brushed Levin’s collarbone as he adjusted it, then tapped lightly over his chest.
"It suits you," Zerat murmured. "Beautiful—just like your eyes."
Levin’s cheeks ward. He lowered his gaze, fingers curling instinctively around the cool stone.
Zerat’s expression softened and glanced at the low table nearby. "What were you having?"
Levin gestured faintly. "Dried dates. Iru said they carry sweetness within."
Zerat followed his gaze. For a heartbeat, he smiled. He stepped closer, fingers already reaching. "These are my favorite, let feed you—"
He stopped.
The air shifted.
The warmth vanished as if cut away by a blade. In the sa breath, Zerat’s foot struck the table.
SMASH!!!
The bowl shattered against the wall, dates scattering across stone in dark, broken pieces.
Levin’s eyes widened with surprise. "Zer—what—"
"SUMMON EVERY ATTENDANT, NOW," Zerat roared, his voice shaking the garden walls.
The echo had not yet faded when he turned back to Levin, gripping his shoulders with sudden urgency.
"Did you consu these? Answer consort."
"No...Not yet. But—Your Radiance—what—"
Zerat’s golden eyes burned, fury and danger coiling within them like a living thing.
"They are poisoned. Soone tried to poison my consort."
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