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Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter 20
Two hours after dawn, we stand before the grate of the cellar entrance. The air is cool and dry; the stone smells clean, with no trace of dampness. Cassian twirls the keys between his fingers, Mae adjusts the satchel slung over her shoulder — inside are her notes and the silver-threaded ring — while Rhaell leans his staff against the wall again. We agreed he’ll only use it in dire need. The stones don’t need another provocation.“Reminder,” I say before we descend. “We’re not here for heroics. Mapping, recording, sealing. If the stone ‘answers back,’ we don’t argue with it — we frame it. If there’s ‘scratching,’ we don’t chase it — we lock it down.” A brief pause. “No mage show, no sword waving. Notebook and reason.”“That’s why we love you,” Cassian mutters, and the half-smile on his lips means he understands.He turns the key in the grate. The lock doesn’t click loudly — it turns softly, oiled just as I asked. The stairway is steep, the center of each step worn smooth by centuries o
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter 19
The morning is as clean as a freshly washed blade: cold, precise, gleaming along its edge.The fortress is still half-asleep, but the rhythm of the inner guard has already settled—bolt, clasp, shift.From the kitchen rises the scent of warmed water, the stone beneath my feet is dry, and the eastern signal-stone does not chime.That last part is the kind of gift one doesn’t celebrate—only acknowledges.Nyra steps out of the nursery, her hair tied back beneath a shawl draped over her shoulder.Her gaze is clear, her face ready for work. That’s a good sign; the night’s silence didn’t carry her away, nor did dawn’s worries tear her apart.“Selin ate, Kael only sipped,” she says first. “There was quiet. No ‘pull’ in the air.”“Good.” I stop at the threshold. “I’m holding council this morning. There’s movement beyond the wall—two houses request an ‘unnoticed’ inspection.” The courier parchment rests in my hand. “The answer: no inspection. Closed house.”Nyra nods. “Mae’s measurements with m
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter 18
The sun had not yet risen when the signal bell chimed from the inner courtyard.Not the great bell — only that short, dry sound tied to the runestone at the corner of the eastern service corridor.A kind of alert that doesn’t wake half the palace, but to those who know what to listen for, it sharpens the senses instantly.I sit up in bed.The warmth pressed against my shoulder stirs — Nyra shifts, her fingers brushing along my arm.“Go,” she says quietly, no questions. “I’ll bring the morning here inside.”I nod.My hand lingers on her waist a moment longer than a simple gesture should, then I rise.No armor — just the underlayer. I buckle the sword at my side.Today I don’t want to clatter. Today I must move like a man who has nothing to prove — only things to do.At the door, the guard is already in place. A nod, no needless words.The corridor stones still hold the night’s chill; thin ribbons of cloth above the rune tiles glow faintly pale.The bell does not sound again — a good si
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter 17
The room is half-lit, thin bands of moonlight slipping in through the gaps in the curtains. The silence isn’t empty: it holds the nurse’s soft steps at the end of the corridor, the heat-holding rumble of the stone beneath the fireplace, and Aedan’s steady breathing by the door. He leans against the frame and watches. It’s the kind of attention that carries no command, only a question: “are you ready?”“It’s been a long time since it was just the two of us,” I say before we slide back into old habits. I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t matter. It does. Over the past months my body has filled with memory: lullings to sleep, night terrors, alarms, courier signals, the buzz of runes. Somewhere along the way, our shared quiet wore thin.Aedan nods. He doesn’t sugarcoat it. “Far too long,” he replies. “I’ve missed you like this. Not as a queen, not as a mother, not as the light of the house. You. The woman I love.”A warm swell moves in my stomach. I step to him. I’m wearing no finery, only
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter 16
The sun was hot, yet the air in the palace corridors felt cold.Not a natural coldness, not one that came from outside, but one that seeped from within—the stone, the walls, the runes.I had felt it for days.Something was changing.Not quickly, but inevitably.Kael had changed.Not overnight, but now it was undeniable. The boy was only seven months old, yet his movements, his gaze, even his silence carried a weight far beyond that of an infant.Sometimes he looked at me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.And that thought refused to leave me in peace.That morning Cassian came up from the courtyard, and the moment he saw me, he spoke.“The runes on the western wall have changed,” he said. “Their light… it’s darker. Not dimmed, but thickened. As if light and shadow existed within them at once.”“Has Rhaell seen it?”“He has, and he can’t explain it. He said it’s as if the two forces—light and darkness—weren’t fighting, but intertwining.”I stopped at his words. That was not a g
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter 15
The day started slowly, but the air was strange from the morning on. Heavy, sharp—like even the stone walls were sweating. The Moon was still in its waxing phase, and the runes on the eastern edge had been glowing faintly since the night, as if something outside was pounding against them.Cassian was already waiting in the courtyard when I stepped out.“Something’s wrong with the runes,” he said instead of a greeting. “It’s not an attack, just… movement.”“By themselves?” I asked, pulling on my leather gloves.“More like something pressing on them from the inside.” He crouched and scratched a line into the dust. “The vibration isn’t coming from outside. It’s coming from below.”I didn’t like what I heard. Beneath the foundations of the house, several old passages ran—some sealed, others protected by magic. If there was movement in one of them, it wasn’t good news.“Call Rhaell from the rune chamber. I want to see it.”Cassian nodded and disappeared.Kneeling by the wall, I touched the
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