FAZER LOGINThe sound of the heavy oak door slamming shut vibrated through the quiet bedchamber, followed by the deep, metallic thud of the iron deadbolt dropping into place.
Caspian stood against the wood for a long, frozen heartbeat. Then he pulled his tunic and threw it on the couch near the hearth and the firelight flickered across his broad, bare chest, highlighting the deep scars and the fresh scratches on his skin, but his face was carved from pure, shadow-drenched marble.
His golden
Caspian did not wait for the night to fully settle over Thorncross Keep.He carried me down into the deepest subterranean chambers, past the ancient vaults and down a winding stairwell carved directly into the mountain’s heart. Ezra walked ahead of us with a single flickering torch, his heavy boots striking the damp stone, while two Alpha guards secured the iron gates behind us.The Inner Sanctum was a circular hall of polished white marble, warm from the natural volcanic heat beneath the keep. In the center stood an ancient altar carved with the dual symbols of the crescent moon and the running wolf.The air smelled of crushed herbs, old incense, and the pure, crisp scent of Northern snow filtering down through narrow air shafts high above.Ezra stopped at the threshold of the sanctum, turning to bow his head. "The Keep is secured, My Sovereign. No one will enter this hall until the sun rises.""Guard the upper stairs yourself, Ezra," Caspia
The heavy oak doors of the Grand Assembly Hall swung open, and a wall of warm, reverberating noise spilled out into the stone corridor.Hundreds of voices... Northern clan chieftains, High Assembly elders, and defeated Southern lords... had been filling the vast chamber with anxious chatter. But the moment Caspian and I stepped over the threshold, hand in hand, the sound died in an instant.Absolute silence descended over the hall.The court parted like a calm sea before a oncoming storm. Rows of armored Alpha guards stood at rigid attention along the central aisle, their polished breastplates reflecting the amber light of a hundred crystal chandeliers overhead.The high stained-glass windows, shattered during the siege, had been cleared, replaced by thick wool tapestries bearing the silver crescent of the First Moon and the wolf of Thorncross.Caspian did not walk... he prowled. His heavy boots clicked against the polished marble floor, his broad shoulders squared beneath his dark ve
For three days, the world outside our bedchamber continued to turn, but inside, time seemed to stand completely still.The heavy oak doors remained locked against the Keep. Through the thick stone, I could hear the faint, distant sounds of Thorncross rebuilding... the rhythmic thud of timber being cleared in the courtyard, the ringing of blacksmith hammers, and the steady march of Alpha boots.The North was celebrating its victory. The Southern lords were submitting, Ezra was governing the realm, and Kieran was securing the borders.And inside our rooms, Caspian hovered over me like a storm cloud of pure, terrified devotion.He didn't leave my side for more than a few minutes at a time. When he was forced to step into the adjoining solar to review urgent decrees, he left the door wide open, his golden eyes flicking back to me every time I so much as shifted on the bed.He fed me himself, brought warm water to wash my skin, and checked my pulse ever
The sound of the heavy oak door slamming shut vibrated through the quiet bedchamber, followed by the deep, metallic thud of the iron deadbolt dropping into place.Caspian stood against the wood for a long, frozen heartbeat. Then he pulled his tunic and threw it on the couch near the hearth and the firelight flickered across his broad, bare chest, highlighting the deep scars and the fresh scratches on his skin, but his face was carved from pure, shadow-drenched marble.His golden eyes were wide, fixed on the floorboards as if he were staring down into an open grave.I pushed myself back into bed and against the dark furs of the bed, pulling the velvet blanket over my bare breasts. The warmth in my lower belly was quiet now, a heavy, steady pulse that felt utterly peaceful, yet the tension in the room was so thick it made the air hard to breathe."Caspian," I called softly, my voice cutting through the crackle of the hearth. "What did the archivist say?"
Caspian did not move for hours.He stayed pinned to my side, his heavy, muscular frame acting as a living shield between me and the rest of the world. The fire in the hearth roared, casting long, flickering shadows of orange and gold across the dark furs of our bed, but the only heat I truly felt was the searing, possessive furnace of his skin against mine.His large hand remained locked over my lower belly, his fingers splayed wide as if he could physically hold the child back from taking another drop of my light. His palm was still stained with the dark, dried copper of his own blood... the price he had paid to keep me breathing.Every time I tried to shift, every time I let out a breath that was too shallow or too deep, his grip tightened. His golden eyes, wide and unblinking in the twilight, would search my face with a raw, terrifying intensity."Caspian," I whispered, my voice finally regaining its strength. "You need to rest. You haven't slept since before the siege began.""I a
Caspian’s roar tore through the hall, cutting off the cheers of the court like a blade through silk.Before the lords or guards could even understand what was happening, Caspian had scooped me into his arms and stood up from the High Seat. He didn't offer an explanation. He didn't issue another decree. His golden eyes were wide with a frantic, unadulterated panic that sent a wave of absolute silence crashing over the assembly."Ezra! Clear the dais!" Caspian snarled, his voice a lethal vibration that shook the stone steps beneath his boots. "Kieran, seal the doors to the Royal wing! No one enters!"Ezra and Kieran reacted instantly, their broadswords clearing their scabbards with a harsh ring of steel as they stepped between the dais and the stunned court, blocking any noble from taking a step closer.Caspian didn't walk... he ran.He carried me up the private stairwell, his heavy boots pounding against the stone, his breath coming in hot, ra







