🌌S1.17 Galaxy Dynasty: Thalos Randelcran, The Silver Never Sleeps

The party was a success — of course it was. The masks glittered, the music never faltered, and the resonance fields pulsed just high enough to convince the Court that all was well. But I know better.

Silver never sleeps. It only hides its cracks until someone brave — or foolish — digs too deep.

From my seat near the central balcony, I watched them all play their little games. Elyon Veyra weaving her soft charm, as though visions alone could balance ledgers. Jordan Selby slinking between tables, laughter sharp as a knife — gods help the Judge if Selby really has been asked to review his accounts. And Luma — that girl with eyes too bright, moving like she knew the walls of this place far too well for a guest. Someone will ask questions about her soon.

But even tonight’s schemes are smaller than the shadows we carry.

The silver fields faltered when the Dawns fell. Serenya Kaelith and Dorian Selvek — names once carried like banners in the Silverfield courts — are now spoken only in mourning. Officially, they were lost to assassination. Unofficially? The resonance lines have not sung the same since. Their heirs should have steadied the balance… but no heirs remain. Only questions, only silence.

And so the families scramble. Barrowhold Citadel whispers of fractures. Emberfall Cradle hides its counterfeit crystal trade behind bright curtains. The Judges pour wine and make their toasts, pretending the veins will outlast us all.

I raised a glass tonight, too. Not because I believe in the toast — but because I know appearances are weapons sharper than swords.

Let the dreamers spin visions. Let the jesters mock. Let the lovers burn.

But when the silver sings wrong, they will all come crawling to me.

And I will decide what is worth saving.

— Thalos Randelcran