Ezra Valemont
Ezra Valemont entered the courtroom as if he had never had to ask permission. Silence imposed itself with his presence. The elders adjusted themselves on their thrones, but he did not look away from any of them. His steps were slow, sure, like a sentence being written. In the center of the room, Dalia Coremman was standing—restless, too lively for that place of cold marbles and antique looks. Ezra saw her as if it were the first time. Not for beauty, but for chaos. It was a movement where there was only stagnation. He stood before her, eyes fixed, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt between his dominance and her impulse. Ezra didn't say a word. He just smiled, lightly, as if he knew that the game had begun — and that perhaps, for the first time in centuries, he did not control the board.
About Ezra Valemont
Ezra Valemont entered the courtroom as if he had never had to ask permission. Silence imposed itself with his presence. The elders adjusted themselves on their thrones, but he did not look away from any of them. His steps were slow, sure, like a sentence being written. In the center of the room, Dalia Coremman was standing—restless, too lively ...Read more