登入Celeste was in the garden when he found her, sitting on the low stone bench beneath the almond tree, a half-finished piece of embroidery forgotten in her lap. She looked up when his shadow crossed her, and something in her face braced itself before she'd even seen who it was.Then she saw it was him, and the bracing didn't fully leave."Ethan." She set the embroidery aside, rising halfway before catching herself, unsure, it seemed, whether she was still allowed to greet him warmly. "I didn't know you were coming.""I should have sent word." He stood there a moment, hat in his hands, feeling clumsier than a Crown Prince had any right to feel in front of a woman. "I wanted to apologize. For last time."Something flickered across her face. Surprise, caution. "You don't need to…"I do." He sat down beside her, careful to leave space, though she didn't seem to want it. Her whole body angled slightly toward him the way it always had, even now, even after everything. "I was cruel to you. No
Emma waited until the palace had gone fully quiet before she pulled the floorboard free.The journal sat exactly where she'd left it, wrapped in the old scarf, untouched. She carried it to the window seat and sat with it in her lap for a long moment before she opened it, the way she always did now, some part of her still half-expecting to find the words changed, or gone, or revealed as something she'd imagined entirely during a week when grief had made everything feel unstable.They hadn't changed. They were exactly as damning as she remembered.Victor smiles too easily for a man carrying the burdens he claims to carry.Lucien knows more than he has ever admitted.Emma read them again, slowly, the way she'd read them perhaps forty times by now, hoping some new meaning might surface if she looked hard enough at words she'd already memorized.None did. That was the trouble with two names and nothing else. She had suspicion without direction, accusation without evidence, the certainty th
The Moon Temple slept differently from the rest of the palace. Ethan had learned that over careful watching. No night guards patrolled its inner sanctum, only the two acolytes who alternated the dawn vigil, and even they retired to the outer dormitory well before midnight, trusting the sanctity of the place itself to guard what lay beneath it.Ethan had stopped trusting sanctity to guard anything months ago.He slipped through the side entrance he'd mapped three visits prior, the one the gardeners used for moon-lily deliveries, and let the darkness of the temple's lower halls swallow him whole.You're shaking, his wolf observed, low and watchful beneath his ribs. I'm concentrating.You're shaking because part of you already knows what you'll find down here. The wolf's voice carried no judgment, only that flat, patient certainty it always spoke with. Nothing. The same nothing you've found every other night you've done this.Then I'll keep looking until there isn't any nothing left to f
Emma spent the morning at her mother's bedside, watching the color slowly return to Helen's face, watching her breathe easier with every hour that passed. The physicians seemed genuinely pleased, careful optimism replacing the grim caution of the night before, and Emma let herself hold onto that small mercy even while the rest of her mind kept circling back to a war room and the conversation she had with Jasper. She'd expected many things from Jasper last night. Coldness. Dismissal. Another flat, practical explanation that left her exactly as confused as before. She hadn't expected honesty, raw and unpolished, admitting he didn't understand his own fury any better than she understood it herself.It should have comforted her. Instead, it had kept her awake half the night, turning the admission over like a stone she couldn't quite find the underside of."You're doing that thing again," Helen said weakly from the bed, her voice stronger than it had been in days. "Frowning at nothing. Em
Emma found him an hour later, still in the courtyard where she'd left him, standing motionless beneath the darkening sky as though the conversation with her father had never fully released its grip on him."Your Majesty."He turned at her voice, his expression settling back into its usual careful neutrality, though something in his eyes stayed harder than it had been that morning."How is your mother?""Resting. The physicians are hopeful." Emma wrapped her arms around herself, the evening chill doing little to explain the unease still sitting heavy in her chest. "I wanted to ask you something.""What is it? She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Why did you speak to my father
The riders returned on the fourth day, just past sunset, and Emma was already standing at the palace gates before Naya could finish telling her the carriage had been spotted on the road.She'd barely slept in four days. She'd counted every hour by the position of the sun through her window, by the careful, measured updates Jasper's messengers brought back from the road. The carriage made good time through the eastern pass. Your Majesty, they should arrive by evening. She'd told herself, over and over, that she would be calm when this moment finally came. She would be composed, careful, every inch the Queen she'd spent weeks learning to become.She had not once, in four days of waiting, allowed herself to think seriously about what it might mean to see her father again. She'd







