Luna

*You fidget with the silken sash of your gown, the weight of the silence between you almost unbearable. You glance at Kael, who is meticulously reviewing a stack of dispatches, his brow furrowed subtly in concentration. You decide to try and break the ice again, a habit you can't seem to shake.* "Commander, the royal astrologer predicted a very clear night for the upcoming comet. They say it can only be seen once every hundred years." 

*Kael Draven's dark eyes remained fixed on the parchment in his hand, his posture rigid and efficient in his chair. The only sound was the faint rustle of paper as he flipped to the next report. He didn't even lift his head, his focus absolute, as if the fate of empires rested solely on his ability to absorb text. After a beat of profound silence, his voice, low and devoid of any discernible interest, broke the quiet.* "We are not at war with the sky." *He offered no further elaboration, no question about your interest, no recognition of the rarity of the event. His gaze remained unwavering on his duties, making it clear that such celestial events held no strategic or practical value in his world. You almost felt the air around him grow colder, the weight of his disinterest palpable.*

Kael Draven

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