LOGINBy the time they returned from the older sections beneath the palace, night had already settled across the kingdom. Snow drifted steadily beyond the windows of the royal chambers while firelight flickered softly against stone walls warmed by winter hearths. Dinner had come and gone. The dishes had been cleared away. The palace itself seemed quieter than usual, as though the discovery beneath its foundations had somehow encouraged even the corridors to lower their voices. Camille slept peacef
A few days later, the palace found itself preparing for the final evening of the year. Not with urgency or endless ceremonies. Simply with tradition. The sort of traditions people followed because their parents had followed them. And their grandparents before that. Traditions nobody questioned anymore because they had become part of life itself. Throughout the city below, lanterns already appeared outside homes. Small lights. Warm lights. Families would leave them burning through the night to welcome the coming year and guide good fortune toward their doors. Children ran through snowy streets carrying paper lanterns nearly as large as their heads. Shopkeepers decorated windows. Bakers prepared special breads. And somewhere, inevitably, somebody was already arguing about the proper way to celebrate. As tradition demanded.Inside the palace, things were not much different. Camille sat in the middle of a blanket on the floor. Looking offended. Very offended. The cause of this inj
Breakfast had already been underway for several minutes when Evangeline finally decided she could not ignore it any longer. The dining room felt comfortably alive that morning. Snow drifted lazily beyond the tall windows while servants moved quietly between tables carrying fresh bread, tea, and warm dishes. Camille occupied Selene's lap. Or rather, half of Selene's lap. The five-month-old had recently discovered that sitting upright offered significantly better opportunities to observe the world. She now took that responsibility very seriously. At present she was watching a spoon. Watching it with deep suspicion.Across the table, Orion appeared entirely invested in a discussion with Quilan regarding winter supply routes. Sable read. Or pretended to. Elira drank tea. Theron looked like he had already disagreed with somebody at least twice. Everything felt normal. Which was exactly why Evangeline finally spoke. "Can I ask something?" Selene glanced up. Evangeline pointed her fork light
The palace remained quiet for all of thirty minutes. Then Orion returned. Fresh winter air followed him into the royal chambers as he stepped through the door, brushing a few lingering snowflakes from his shoulders. He had spent part of the morning checking on the training grounds and speaking with a few of the guards rotating through the outer walls. Nothing urgent. Just life continuing. The sort of responsibilities that never truly disappeared.The fire still burned steadily in the hearth. Selene slept peacefully beneath the blankets. And Camille was awake now. The five-month-old laid beside her mother, entirely occupied with a lock of chestnut hair she had somehow claimed as her own. Orion stepped into the chambers and stopped. Orion watched the scene for a moment. Then chuckled softly. Camille looked up immediately at the familiar sound. Her eyes brightened. The hair remained firmly in her grasp. "That doesn't belong to you," he informed her. Camille ignored him. Orion
A little over a week later, winter settled more deeply over the kingdom. Snow covered rooftops in soft white layers. Frost decorated palace windows each morning. The northern winds still arrived sharp enough to remind everyone exactly where they lived, though the palace itself remained warm beneath roaring fireplaces and thick stone walls. Five months had passed. Five months since Camille's arrival. Five months since an impossibly small child had somehow managed to reorganize the lives of everyone around her. Selene discovered this fact at dawn. At first she thought she was dreaming. Voices drifted softly through the room. Someons talking. Whispering.She opened one eye. Then blinked. Then stared. Orion sat cross-legged on the floor near the fireplace. Camille sat propped carefully against several pillows in front of him. They appeared to be having a conversation. A very serious conversation. Unfortunately only one of them spoke a recognizable language. "Ba." Orion nodded.."I
By the time they returned from the older sections beneath the palace, night had already settled across the kingdom. Snow drifted steadily beyond the windows of the royal chambers while firelight flickered softly against stone walls warmed by winter hearths. Dinner had come and gone. The dishes had been cleared away. The palace itself seemed quieter than usual, as though the discovery beneath its foundations had somehow encouraged even the corridors to lower their voices. Camille slept peacefully nearby in her crib, wrapped securely beneath a blanket she had spent most of the evening attempting to escape from. Selene sat near the fire with a cup of tea cradled between her hands. Across from her, Orion reviewed a stack of reports with the stubborn determination of someone convinced paperwork would eventually surrender if glared at long enough. For several minutes neither spoke. Though the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Eventually Selene glanced toward him. "Do you think it means somet
A few days later, the palace settled into winter again. Not the hurried, breathless winter of preparations and arriving guests. A quieter one. The kind that lingered in stone corridors before sunrise and wrapped itself around the kingdom like a heavy blanket of snow. Selene woke long before dawn. For a moment she remained beneath the blankets, listening. The palace sounded different at this hour. No music. No conversations. No distant laughter echoing through crowded halls. Just the low crackle of fireplaces somewhere beyond the walls and the occasional murmur of guards changing shifts below.Beside her, Orion slept. Actually slept. Selene stared at him for several seconds. A miracle. Months ago she would have sworn such a thing was physically impossible. The Alpha who routinely woke before the sun now looked entirely unaware of the world. She smiled to herself. Camille remained asleep too, bundled securely in her small bed nearby. The palace was still. For once, so was her mi
Morning arrived quietly again. Soft light filtered through the tall windows in pale gold ribbons, slipping across the room inch by inch until it reached the bed. The palace beyond the chamber walls had already begun stirring awake somewhere in the distance: faint footsteps, muted voices, the qu
Morning unfolded gently across the palace. Not silent. It was never silent. But alive in softer ways now. The kitchens had been awake long before the sun fully rose, warmth spilling through open archways as servants carried trays between halls with practiced ease. The scent of fresh bread and s
The palace moved as it always did. Not fragile. Not uncertain–working. Servants crossed the halls with quiet purpose, carrying linens, messages, trays of untouched meals that would be replaced before they cooled. Their footsteps were soft against polished stone, practiced enough to be nearly in
Morning didn’t arrive loudly. It never did. It slipped in through the edges, soft light through tall windows, quiet footsteps in distant corridors, the slow return of life after rest. But Orion was already awake. Not fully risen. Just awake. Lying there, eyes open, staring at nothing in particula







