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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 136
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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 139
The room was a quiet sanctuary, softly lit with the gentle movement of swaying candles. Shadows had a tendency to move if they kept their course along walls, hiding the edges of a room that had experienced so much sorrow and pain. But so it was not.Emereah crept into the room, her legs fighting. She never once looked away from Vladimir, whose position was rigid, as if he braced himself against something he could not quite identify. Their tension and unspoken words boiled with heat, and yet their weight increased only to the rhythm of their breathing.Vladimir at the window, candlelight on his face casting gentle shadows, darkness outside of it. His jaw clenched, his eyes black and unyielding. But something more, something within—a tug Emereah felt as a string tugging between them, beyond her control.He stood waiting for her to enter, his eyes immediately going to the baby in her arms. His face relaxed, and a warm smile that Emereah had not seen in years came over his face. "Lunareth
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Vera strode the length of the room, her mind a maelstrom of numbers and doubt. The walls looming above her, that had once been so cold and foreboding, now seemed fragile, as if they too could break under the stress of their own secrets.Rhovan strode by the window, his step stiff. He looked out into the outer gates, his thoughts beyond the horizon. He had known Emereah for years. Seen her in worse and better days. And yet there was a coldness about him now, an unsettling fear. Fear that Morgane was not dead."She must know," Vera said, her voice firm but soft. "She must know that the danger hasn't actually vanished."Rhovan's face twisted round in her direction, his expression a mask. "Yes," he said, low-voiced, his eyes black coals. "She must know. But it's not whether we inform her. It's how we do it. How we. prepare her."Vera stopped her pacing, her face hardening. "What are you telling me? She's a fighter, Rhovan. She's fought worse. She can withstand the truth."He huffed, runni
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And in that delicate space between twilight and night, where the sky oozed amber into darkness, Emereah drew breath. Really breathed. Not the sort of breath hammered out in combat, thick with fury and smoke, but one pulled softly—tentatively—through a body that had not known what peace could be. It was filled with ash, yes, but with something more there too. Hope. She did not take Vladimir's hand. Not yet. But she did not leave either. And he did not push. He stood beside her in silence, respectful, waiting—not for forgiveness, not for a judgment—but simply to be near. That was the difference now. He had learned to wait. For a woman like Emereah, who had scorched cities with her rage and cradled kingdoms in her belly, silence was more than sufficient. The moon was pale above them, casting silver over the devastated fields that lay beyond the walls of the sanctuary. There were still fires burning in the distance—pains of what they had endured, and threats of what was yet to befall them
THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 136
Every day after the battle was like every other. Ashes clung to the walls of the sanctuary, a noxious reminder of the fire that had threatened to burn everything they loved. Smoke lingered in the air and the sky was gray and clouded. But amidst all the destruction, the people labored to rebuild physically, emotionally, spiritually. But in rebuilding, something inside Emereah was breaking.She could feel it in her bones, in the flame which had once burned so brightly, now burning with a reluctant fire. The flame still burned, hotly so, deep inside of her, but it was altered now. It was no longer the tool of power that it had been. It was now a burden, encumbered with the weight of loss, of betrayal, of all that had been broken in the aftermath of their battles.And Vladimir, he was there too, his presence ever at her side. He was quieter now, the ferocity that had once been his hallmark trained back into something more serious, more reflective. She could sense his eyes upon her, ever-a
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Emereah nodded slowly, her gaze sweeping over the smoldering ruins of the battlefield. She was weary, but the battle wasn't over. Not yet."It's not over, Vladimir. This is only the beginning."Vladimir's grip on Emereah's shoulder tightened, his eyes on the horizon where the final spark of flame still persisted. His own breathing was harsh, smoke and the burden of their triumph, but Emereah's words sliced through him like a frigid blast of air.“Just the beginning?” He whispered, his voice hoarse, like the very air around them was burnt, scorched, and still echoing with the battle’s fury. “We’ve stopped Morgane, we’ve stopped her army—what more could be left?”Emereah spun away from the battlefield, her eyes as cold as the rock at their feet. The flames that had consumed the ground were burning low, but fiery coals in her own breast smoldered on, her furnace heart a hive of unworked grief, loss, and now something evil."Fate's flame she summoned—this is not done. More there is to com
THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 134
The sun sat low in the sky, its light growing darker, redder as it poured down towards the horizon like blood and fire as flames started to spread along the edges of the world. The world held its breath.The haven, once a beacon of hope, looked now like a mausoleum waiting for its last puff of breath.Emereah's fingers wrapped around the gates of the fortress, her fingers curled into fists around the icy stone. The gravity of the moment was laid out across her breast. Vladimir stood at her side, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the approaching disaster. The army before them was a sea of shadows, every single one of Morgane's men like the phantoms of a lost nightmare.They were outnumbered.But they weren't giving up.Then, in the thick smoke and flame, Morgane emerged.Her form was that of a demon rising from hell. The fire on either side of her writhed in spiraling motions, curling around her like a shroud, a blaze of fire blazing in her eyes.Her arrival split the ground under her feet.
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