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Chapter 12
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2026-08-03 21:12:27
Deborah BenjaminHim protecting her without asking permission first?? Sir, we see you. Comment if you're forgiving him a little bit today.
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Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 302
CORMAC POV "The maps end eleven miles back. Whatever's ahead of us now, we're relying entirely on Kestra's borrowed guide and the honesty of a letter written by strangers."I said it to Bridie, both of us wrapped heavily against cold that bit far harder than anything either of us had trained for, our small party moving carefully across ice fields that stretched white and silent in every direction.The wind didn't simply blow across this desolate expanse; it hunted. It howled through the jagged rifts of blue-tinted glacier ice, churning loose needles of frost that stung any exposed sliver of skin like splinters of glass. Beneath the iron caulks of our boots, the crust groaned with hollow, ancient weight over unseen crevasses. Even the ponies Kestra had provided—stocky, shaggy beasts bred for high scree—kept their heads tucked low against their chests, their breath freezing into long plumes of hoarfrost along their flanks.Kestra's guide, a weathered tracker named Halvard, led us with
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 301
BRIDIE POV "Past the northern ice fields. Cormac, even the Frostbound territories don't claim anything beyond that boundary. Kestra's own oldest maps simply mark it as unclaimed white space."I spread the ancient rider's letter beside Kestra's borrowed maps, the unfamiliar seal still sitting strange and cold against the parchment.The wax had chipped in transit, revealing a hue like crushed glacier ice mixed with soot. The paper beneath was not common sheepskin or southern rag-linen; it was stiff, thick hide scraped paper-thin and bleached by an unfamiliar wind, holding a faint, dry scent of pine pitch and bitter lichen. Outside the study, the first breath of true winter was whistling through the garden eaves, rattling the bare branches of the orchard where the children had chased autumn leaves only a week ago."They call themselves the Vashenn," Wynn said, reading from her own careful notes, her spectacles pushed back into her hair as she tapped an ink-blotted ledger. "I found a sin
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 300
CORMAC POV"Three hundred chapters. Bridie, I think that might be more than even Elira's own manuscript ran, before her own children started adding to it."I said it on the Weaving House's porch, the whole extended family gathered for an evening that had somehow, without anyone quite planning it, become a celebration of everything this saga had built across its long, winding history.The air was sweet with woodsmoke, roasted root vegetables, and the crisp, clean scent of approaching winter frost. Lanterns hung from every cedar beam, casting an amber, honeyed glow across the wide porch boards and the stone steps leading down into the courtyard. There were no battle plans spread over the tables, no scouts pacing the tree line, and no dread lingering at the border. Just music, laughter, and the rich clink of earthenware mugs filled with spiced cider.Elira herself, greyer now at the temples but no less formidable, raised a glass as the gathering settled. "Three hundred chapters, and I st
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 299
BRIDIE POV "You've reorganised the same shelf three times this week. I don't think that's about the archive's filing system anymore, Wynn."I said it with open affection, finding her in the Weaving House's small library, Cael's own careful handwriting visible in the margin notes of several recently borrowed texts.The room was cool and smelled of dried lavender, clean linseed oil, and old vellum. Outside the tall leaded windows, late-autumn leaves of crisp amber and copper were drifting across the grass, but Wynn seemed entirely fixated on a neat row of leather-bound treaties from the coastal marches, nudging the third volume an eighth of an inch to the left before frowning and sliding it straight back.Wynn's cheeks coloured, a vivid, traitorous pink creeping up from the collar of her high-necked wool tunic. "He's simply a thorough correspondent.""He rode two days to deliver a letter he could have easily sent by courier," I said, grinning, leaning against the polished cherrywood do
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 298
CORMAC POV"I've been tracking something for months now, and I wanted you both to see the pattern before I said anything publicly, in case I'm simply seeing meaning where none actually exists."Wynn spread a series of careful charts across her study desk, Bridie and I leaning close to examine them.The Weaving House archives smelled of dried elderberry ink, sheepskin parchment, and the lingering fragrance of cedar shavings from the recently fitted bookshelves. Autumn rain tapped lightly against the diamond-paned leaded glass, while a brisk peat fire hissed in the corner hearth. Wynn’s desk was, as always, an orderly chaos of open codices, measuring ribbons, and stacks of territory correspondence weighed down by polished river pebbles."Convergence births," she said, her finger tracing a thin, dark line inked along the lower edge of a long timeline. "Documented, as best I can trace them, across the last thirty years. Before the reunification ritual at the old ground, perhaps one such c
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 297
BRIDIE POV "This one's different from anything Wynn's catalogued so far. The letter says the current doesn't show as light at all. It shows as sound."I read the report aloud to Cormac as our cart rolled toward a modest coastal village two days south of Ashgrove.The road wound along the salt cliffs, where the brine-heavy sea breeze whipped through the yellow gorse and ruffled the coarse wool of our travelling cloaks. Below us, the pale green surf churned steadily against dark grey sea-stacks, the rhythmic crash of water on stone an easy companion to the creak of our wooden axles.We found the family easily enough in a low-roofed stone cottage overlooking the boat slips—a fisherman and his wife whose daughter, a bright, curious girl of about eight named Elowen, had apparently taken to humming almost constantly since infancy. It had seemed an ordinary enough habit for a contented child, until the humming had begun, quite without her meaning it to, calming entire rooms of frightened or
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