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Ch 88. What We Build and What We Break

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The morning after she had led him from the wreckage of his workshop, Elira woke with a new resolve. The memory of Kael’s brokenness was a cold stone in her stomach. She would try. Not just with words, but with actions.

She arranged for a breakfast to be brought to his room in the royal palace. When she entered, followed by a servant carrying a heavy tray, Kael was still dressing. He stood near the wardrobe, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt cuff. He looked up, surprised, his fingers stilling.

“Elira?”

“I thought we could eat together,” she said, her voice softer than usual.

The servant set the tray down on the small table and left, closing the door behind him. An awkward silence filled the room. Elira’s eyes fell to his hands, still struggling with the button. Without a word, she crossed the room to him.

He froze as she approached. She didn’t ask. She simply reached out and took his wrist, her fingers gentle but sure as she fastened the small button. Her touch was light and effici
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