LOGINBlinding, endless gold, flooding through the darkness so suddenly it stole the rest of the images away. It wasn’t soft like the light around me. It burned, cutting through everything else, forcing itself forward like it had been buried too long and was finally breaking free.A strangled sound left my throat as the force of it hit.The energy surged outward from my chest, no longer controlled, no longer contained within the slow rhythm of the ceremony. It pushed back against the light around me, clashing with it, not blending, not yielding.The difference was immediate.The golden light from the tree was steady, ancient, controlled. But this, was not.It twisted through me, sharp and unfamiliar, carrying something colder beneath its brightness, something that didn’t belong to the same source. It lashed outward, and the roots beneath my feet reacted violently, their glow flaring so bright it became almost white as cracks spread through the ground around me.The chanting broke all at onc
The entire clearing seemed to breathe with it. Soft light glowed along the bark, running in thin lines that reminded me of the veins on leaves, but this felt older. Deeper. Like the source of something that had existed long before the crystal itself. Nymphs stood around the base of the tree, more than I thought there were. They were already gathered in a wide circle, their bodies still. Their clothing blended into the forest so naturally, for a moment it looked like the clearing itself had come alive. Their eyes turned toward me the second we stepped forward. Every single one of them. My chest tightened. “This is where it happens,” Katana said softly, though her voice carried clearly through the space. I swallowed, my gaze lifting again to the tree, trying to take it all in, but it felt impossible. The closer I looked, the more it felt like my nerves were going to give in. Everyone’s staires didn’t help either. Corin’s hand brushed against mine, a soft gesture that he
Katana inclined her head slightly. “It will be held deep within the forest, where the roots of the old magic still breathe. My mother will lead it herself.”Something in her voice carried weight now. Respect. Importance. Katana inclined her head. “My mother has called for it. The forest has felt what happened at the Heart Crystal. It knows what you are, Liora.”I swallowed slightly. “The crystal didn’t awaken my power,” I said. “It just… recognized me.”“Yes,” Katana said, her voice calm. “Because only true royal blood can answer the Heart Crystal. Only the blood of Lunara’s royal line can restore its power and feed the kingdom.” She stepped a little closer, her gaze sharpening just slightly. “And now the forest has felt that same truth.”A quiet tension settled around us.Corin’s hand tightened around mine. “And this ceremony?” he asked. “What exactly is it meant to do?”Katana didn’t look away from me. “It is meant to anchor her magic,” she said. “To bind her to the light of Lun
“Yes,” Garrick said. “They could welcome you… or they could try to control you before you have the chance to take back what’s yours.”Take back.The words didn’t sit right with me.I didn’t feel like someone returning to claim a throne. I felt like someone who had just found out she was part of something much bigger than she understood.“They’ve built their own way of ruling,” I said slowly. “If I step into that… I don’t even know what I’d be stepping into.”“Exactly,” Rhys said. “And neither do they. That’s what makes you dangerous.”Dangerous.The word echoed in my mind.I tightened my grip around my sword, feeling the faintest trace of that warmth still buried beneath my skin.A few days.That’s all Garrick had given me, a few agonising days before they came.Before they saw me.Before they decided what I was to them… a threat, or a weapon they could use at their disposal.I lifted my gaze, looking out across the training grounds, but my thoughts weren’t there anymore. They were al
It wasn’t something that could be ignored.Garrick was the first to move.He stepped forward slowly, his expression more serious than I had ever seen it, the lines in his face tightening slightly as his gaze moved from the glowing sword in my hand to the faint golden light still pulsing from my skin.“This changes things,” he said, his voice calm, but carrying enough weight that everyone listened.I lowered the sword slightly, my fingers still wrapped around the hilt as I looked at him, the warmth of the magic still flowing steadily through me. “How?”Garrick didn’t answer right away. His eyes shifted briefly toward the walls of the hall, toward the crystals embedded within them, their glow slightly brighter than before, like they had responded to the same awakening I had just felt.“Because power like this doesn’t stay hidden,” he said finally. “Not when it’s tied to the royal bloodline.”A quiet tension settled over the group, subtle but immediate.I felt it.Even without fully unde
“You finally said it,” I whispered, my voice softer now, but steadier than before.His grip on me tightened slightly, like he wasn’t willing to take it back, like saying it had settled something in him as much as it had in me.“I should have said it sooner,” he admitted quietly.As I held onto him, something else began to stir beneath my skin.At first, it was a faint warmth, soft. Barely even noticeable.But it didn’t stay that way.It spread slowly, moving through me like a quiet current, seeping into every part of my body until it felt like I was filled with something I couldn’t see, something that had been there all along but had never fully surfaced. My fingers tightened slightly against him as the feeling grew, not painful, not overwhelming, just… present.It felt like something inside me was finally free.The world around us seemed to blur at the edges, the space between us becoming the only thing that felt real as the warmth deepened, wrapping around me, around us, like it be
The healer’s camp was alive with celebration.Lanterns hung from the wooden poles between the tents, their golden light swaying gently in the evening breeze. The warm glow mixed with the soft pulsing light of the crystals that surrounded the clearing, painting the entire camp in shades of pink, vio
“What—” Another crystal ignited. Then another. The glow spread through the camp in a rippling wave of light, each crystal responding to the next. Healers fr
He surrendered completely, letting desire rule him, letting restraint shatter. His kisses softened slightly, but the hunger never left. He stripped down, tossing his tunic and pants onto the ground.The air between us felt heavy with tension and desire that was impossible to ignore. Looking at him,
I swallowed hard, feeling that same pull in my chest — the strange light, the warmth, the connection I didn’t understand. Hope. That’s what I was supposed to be now? “Let’s keep moving,” Corin said finally, adjusting the strap on his sword. “If we hurry, we can reach the healer’s camp







