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Chapter 37
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2026-08-06 19:41:07
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Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 322
BRIDIE POV "Breathe with me. Exactly like that, Isla. You're doing wonderfully."I kept my voice steady despite my own racing heart, Isla's grip tightening hard enough around my hand to leave marks I wouldn't mind carrying for days afterward.The morning light cut sharp across the stone floor, catching the steam rising from the earthenware washbasins and the trembling edge of the linen sheet. Outside, the world was carrying on with its ordinary chores, but inside this room, every second stretched thin as pulled wire. The smell of bitter pennyroyal and hot damp cloth hung heavy in the air.The healer worked with calm, practised urgency, occasional flickers of concern crossing her face that she carefully smoothed away before Isla could catch sight of them—a subtle tightening of her jaw, a guarded look down at the curve of Isla's pelvis that made my own stomach turn over with cold, familiar vigilance."Something's wrong," Isla gasped, catching the healer's expression anyway despite her
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 321
CORMAC POV "It's exactly what it looked like. Simple curiosity, nothing more. I've already forwarded it to the eastern branch, since it falls well within their territory now rather than requiring the two of us personally."I said it to Bridie over breakfast, setting the letter aside with a satisfaction that still felt new after two years of every single request landing directly on our own desk.The morning sun filtered soft and honey-coloured through the casement, warming the scrubbed timber of our small table and the steam rising from a fresh pot of roasted chicory. Outside, the valley below the Weaving House was waking up to the calm, steady rhythm of late summer—the distant thwack of an axe at the woodpile, the murmur of the garden crew turning compost, the clear, undisturbed blue of a border at peace."That's rather wonderful," Bridie said, feeding Isla her morning meal with practised ease, catching a wayward dollop of mashed pear on the wooden spoon before it could reach our dau
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 320
CORMAC POV "Three hundred and twenty chapters, and I think this might be the quietest crisis this family's ever actually needed to survive. No ancient hunger. No hostile faction. Simply an honest question, and the humility to actually answer it properly instead of getting defensive."I said it to Bridie on the Weaving House's familiar porch, baby Isla asleep against my shoulder, the evening settling warm and unhurried around the whole gathered family.The late-summer dusk was soft, turning the orchard leaves to deep bronze while crickets started up their slow, rhythmic drone in the long grass beyond the wall. The cedar decking beneath our boots still held the day’s heat, and the scent of woodsmoke from the outdoor bake ovens mingled with the sweet, tart tang of spiced plum cider steaming in the iron pot on the trestle table. My daughter's cheek was a warm, soft weight tucked against the hollow of my neck, her breath puffing steady and faint against my throat. I kept one broad hand cr
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 319
BRIDIE POV "The charter passes. Unanimous, which I confess I did not expect given how contentious the original challenge sounded."Elira announced the vote's result to the full assembled council, and I felt something loosen in my chest that I hadn't fully realised I'd been carrying since Callum's first urgent report.The great hall exhaled with a collective rustle of wool, cloaks, and parchment. The tension that had held the chamber rigid for three days seemed to dissolve into the high stone rafters, replaced by the easy hum of conversation and the scrape of heavy oak chairs being pushed back. Through the tall archways, the late-afternoon sun cast long, amber bars of light across the flagstones, illuminating the wet, gleaming seals pressed into the bottom of the calfskin charter.Griogair approached us afterward, something far warmer than his usual careful scepticism settling into his weathered features. He extended a broad, scarred hand, clasping Cormac's forearm before turning his
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 318
CORMAC POV "A charter, then. Formal, written, reviewed independently every three years by a council drawn from every territory currently connected to the Order, rather than simply the territories the Order itself chose to prioritise."I laid the draft across the council table, Wynn, Isla, and Bridie having spent the past two weeks helping shape every clause alongside Griogair's own careful input.The parchment was crisp, three broad skins of bleached calfskin covered in Wynn's immaculate, disciplined script, bordered by neat columns of regional endorsements and empty wax blocks waiting for territorial seals. Outside the council chamber, the afternoon rain had given way to a high, clean wind that ruffled the banners along the courtyard eaves, while inside, the room smelled of hot tallow, cedar oil, and fresh black ink."Regional branches operate under clear, written limits," Bridie continued, stepping up beside me and resting her hand lightly against the vellum. "No branch holds autho
Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé Chapter 317
BRIDIE POV "I want to be direct about my concern, because I think the Order deserves directness more than careful diplomatic phrasing. You have formal recognition in twelve territories, trained representatives in five, and direct influence over how an entire generation of convergence children are raised and understood. That is not a small thing to leave unaccountable."Griogair delivered his formal statement to the full council with the same blunt honesty he'd carried since the original Continental Accord's earliest, most contentious sessions.The high stone chamber of the central council hall felt larger and colder than it had in months. The tall banners of the twelve allied territories hung straight and still along the pillars, catching the pale afternoon light filtering through the high clerestory windows. Every seat along the curving tiers was filled—clan chieftains, village elders, treaty scribes, and border marshals—their murmurs dropping into an expectant, heavy hush as Grioga
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