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Chapter 237
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2026-09-09 21:34:25
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BRIDIE POV "We have no convergence children of our own, as far as anyone in our territory can tell. We came anyway, because I'd rather my people understand this before we need it than scramble to learn once fear's already arrived first."The delegation's leader, a composed young woman named Perrin, delivered the explanation with a directness I found immediately refreshing after months of frightened letters and desperate journeys.She sat opposite me in the Weaving House's airy sunroom, her posture relaxed but attentive, clad in simple travelling tunics of dyed indigo linen that spoke of the far western lake country. Behind her, through the open terrace doors, the late-spring gardens were lush with blooming honeysuckle and wild clover, the midday air humming with bees and the faint, rhythmic laughter of children playing by the orchard wall."That's the first time anyone's come to us before a crisis rather than during one," I said, genuinely startled, resting my hands lightly against m
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 310
CORMAC POV "Three hundred and ten chapters, and I find myself thinking about how strange it is that the biggest, most world-changing thing we've built this year might actually turn out to be smaller than a single new heartbeat."I said it to Bridie on the Weaving House's familiar porch, the whole family gathered for an evening that had become, somewhere along the way, this family's favourite kind of celebration.The late-spring dusk was fragrant with blossoming apple trees, wild mint crushed underfoot along the terrace borders, and the lingering warmth of sun-soaked cedar planks. Swallows darted low across the courtyard, chasing gnats over the reflecting pool, and from down in the valley came the faint, peaceful chime of the lower chapel bell marking the turn of the hour. We weren’t gathered to fortify a gate, negotiate a fraught truce, or tend to scorched foundations. There was only the clink of glasses, the hum of quiet laughter, and the easy settling of people who no longer had to
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BRIDIE POV "They're settling. Cormac's letter says the twins' volatility calms once they understand they're not being separated, simply given space to breathe as two people rather than one shared burden."I read the update aloud to Elira, relief loosening something tight in my chest that had sat there since Cormac's party first departed.The sun was spilling across the scrubbed pine of the Weaving House’s front parlor, warming the low settee where I had taken to resting my feet in the late afternoons. My lap was cluttered with parchment rolls, wax shavings, and a bowl of fresh dried currants Elira had thrust into my hands with strict instructions to finish every bite. Sending Cormac north without me had felt like leaving an arm behind on the road, but the steady, sure hand of his writing on the cream paper grounded me back to center."Fenwick did well," Elira observed, leaning over my shoulder, a cup of chamomile tea steaming between her palms."He did wonderfully," I said, pride swe
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 308
BRIDIE POV "I need to tell you something, and I need you to actually sit down first, because I don't entirely trust your knees to hold you upright once you hear it."I said it to Cormac that evening, both of us finally alone after a full day spent drafting the regional branch proposal with Elira and Isla.The cottage was quiet around us, save for the soft pop of apple-wood in the hearth and the gentle tap of rain against the glass. The smell of ink and drying tallow still hung heavy in the room, sheets of boundary maps and scribbled rosters littering the rug between our boots. Cormac was halfway through untying his leather vambraces, his brow furrowed with that habitual, brooding focus he always wore when there were ten more problems than hours left in the night."Bridie, you're worrying me.""Good worrying, I promise." I took his hands, pulling gently until he sank onto the edge of the low oak bench, my own heart racing despite how many times I'd rehearsed the sentence on the ride h
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 307
BRIDIE POV "I need to tell you something, and I need you to actually sit down first, because I don't entirely trust your knees to hold you upright once you hear it."I said it to Cormac that evening, both of us finally alone after a full day spent drafting the regional branch proposal with Elira and Isla.The cottage was quiet around us, save for the soft pop of apple-wood in the hearth and the gentle tap of rain against the glass. The smell of ink and drying tallow still hung heavy in the room, sheets of boundary maps and scribbled rosters littering the rug between our boots. Cormac was halfway through untying his leather vambraces, his brow furrowed with that habitual, brooding focus he always wore when there were ten more problems than hours left in the night."Bridie, you're worrying me.""Good worrying, I promise." I took his hands, pulling gently until he sank onto the edge of the low oak bench, my own heart racing despite how many times I'd rehearsed the sentence on the ride h
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 306
CORMAC POV "Eleven requests waiting, and we've only managed to properly answer four this month. Bridie, we're not keeping pace anymore, and I don't think pretending otherwise helps anyone."I laid the correspondence out across our small study, far more of it than the desk had ever comfortably held.The parchment rolls spilled off the cherrywood, stacked two deep against the brass inkstands and weighted down with anything heavy enough to keep the drafts from scattering them—a polished river stone, a lead paperweight, the brass hilt of my old dagger. The seals represented territories that hadn't spoken to each other in three generations: high crests of the western pine valleys, rough tallow stamps from the peat bogs, and coastal trade marks from ports past the Sunken Teeth. Every single one of them carried the same underlying tremor of panic, bewilderment, and a quiet, desperate plea for someone to arrive before a child was cast out into the cold."We built this to answer exactly this
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