One shots Twst

Letter

The stillness of the Diasomnia dorm loomed over Silver like a storm about to break.

The usual sense of security he felt when patrolling its halls was gone, replaced by an unsettling tension.

It wasn’t just the aftermath of Malleus's overblot.....something far more personal gnawed at him.

Silver kept his eyes ahead as he walked down the dimly lit corridor toward Malleus's study.

His body moved with the familiarity of routine, but his mind churned with uncertainty.

Every footstep felt heavier than the last, like he was dragging the weight of unseen chains.

It had been days since the overblot, and though Malleus had physically recovered, their relationship had not.

Where once there had been understanding, unspoken trust, and camaraderie, now there was only distance. Malleus barely acknowledged him.

Each passing day without a word from his master chipped away at Silver’s resolve.

Approaching the door, Silver hesitated. He raised his hand to knock, but the air itself seemed to tremble.

Something told him not to disturb the silence, but duty outweighed fear.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," Malleus's voice was cold, lacking the usual warmth it held for his knight.

Silver stepped inside, bowing out of instinct before straightening up. His eyes flickered to Malleus, seated by the window, staring out at the darkened sky. The fae prince didn’t even glance his way.

"Lord Malleus," Silver began, his voice steady though his heart raced,

"I’ve completed my patrol for the night. All is well within the dormitory."

A pause. The silence stretched uncomfortably.

"Very well." Malleus’s response was clipped, as if Silver’s words barely registered.

Silver’s hands clenched at his sides.

Normally, Malleus would ask him to stay, maybe share a quiet conversation about the stars or the dreams that haunted his sleep.

But now, it was as if Silver had become invisible—just another shadow in the corner of the room.

"I…" Silver hesitated, the words he’d been holding back for days pushing to the surface. "I was wondering if—"

"Silver," Malleus cut him off, his tone sharp, though still devoid of the affection that used to temper it, "there is nothing to discuss. Leave it."

The words struck Silver like a blow to the chest.

He swallowed hard, forcing down the lump forming in his throat.....

' Leave it? How could he? How could he pretend that things were fine when every second felt like walking on a knife’s edge? '

"Have I…done something to offend you?"

Silver asked, his voice quieter now, the uncertainty he’d tried so hard to hide slipping through the cracks.

Malleus still did not look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the stormy sky beyond the window, his jaw tense.

The prince's fingers tightened around the armrest of his chair, but he remained silent.

Silver felt something break inside him. He had always prided himself on his ability to stay calm, to never falter in his duty, but this....this coldness, this dismissal.....it was unbearable.