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Chapter 96

Author: Christina Wilder
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-15 02:58:23

Once more, the world had a fresh scent. The air was clean and heavy with the smell of pine and damp stone after the rain had passed through the night. Dawn slowly moved across the valley, erasing the storm's scars from the flagstones and painting the stronghold spires a delicate gold.

Elaria woke before the bells.

The silence was different this morning—not heavy, not mournful. Just quiet. The kind that feels like a breath between two heartbeats.

For a bit, she lay motionless, observing the early light as it moved across the flooring. The wind rustled the drapes. A dawn hawk's gentle cry floated through the air from somewhere beyond the balcony.

Draven was awake already. In the other room, she could hear him—the familiar sound of armor clasps and the faint rasp of leather being fitted. She could tell when he was present because the room felt more stable, even though he always moved quietly.

She skipped the entire regalia when she eventually stood up. She wore a simple black linen tunic
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