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CHAPTER 106

Penulis: ANNA COLLINS
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1: Threads in the Dark

The fire in the great hearth crackled as the last councilor filed out of the chamber. Rafael remained silent beside me, his jaw tense, his knuckles pale where they gripped the table.

"They’re afraid," I said quietly.

He exhaled through his nose, eyes focused on the empty chairs. "They should be."

"But fear breeds mistakes." I rose, pacing the edge of the room. The flickering flames painted long shadows along the stone walls. "And mistakes cost lives."

He looked up at me then, softer. "You’ve changed."

I turned to him. "I’ve had to."

We were no longer just Ophelia and Rafael. No longer two broken souls forced into a union neither of us chose. We were king and queen now rulers, protectors. A symbol of strength or weakness, depending on who was watching.

Elira entered the room, her braid damp from the snow, her expression tight. “We have movement at the Western ridge. Tracks leading away from the village outpost. Light steps. Possibly scouts.”

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