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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 143
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Darkness cradled her.It was not the chill, nullified nothingness of death but a living, squirming darkness. It beat with ancient remembrance, with centuries-old hunger. It whispered promises, songs of revenge, and lullabies of power once wrenched from it.Morgane floated inside it, her form lost long before, her essence blown to ash and cinder. But not lost. No… not lost. The fools had buried her beneath fire and foretelling. They believed her smothered, a legend for cowering whelps and musty scrolls.But true darkness does not perish.It bides its time.And now… it awakens.A spark was lit in the darkness. Not fire, but decay. Not light, but hunger. Gradually, she started reassembling herself, fragment by shattered fragment. Each bone recalled the flavor of fury. Each nerve hummed the refrain of betrayal. The air if air begets air trembled about her as her soul started to coalesce.She opened her eyes.At first, there was only void. Then the void trembled and bent around her will, s
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The vast stone chamber rang with old authority, its massive obsidian columns standing like silent guardians. Fire danced in braziers set high upon the walls, their long shadows casting a macabre dance across sculpted murals—history's record of wars long fought, of fallen kings and risen ones, of wolves and witches bound by blood and destiny.Tonight, those walls witnessed the growing tension of the times.The Council had met.Elders, commanders, and spiritual counselors from all four regions of the kingdom crowded the round chamber, their individual robes embroidered with their own clan markings. The room's heavy tension was palpable, hanging in the air like a miasmic mist of unease and dread.Rhovan stood at the forefront of the assembly, his hair streaked with silver tied tightly behind him, his face as somber as the tidings he carried.She is not lost," he declared, voice echoing over the marble floor. "Morgane lives."Gasps traveled through the council. Some muttered prayers. One
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"Emereah," Vladimir stated, moving closer, his tone deep but laden with unspoken command. "I told you once already, this is not something that is for you. You do not belong to be outside here. We need to protect you, not expose you. And secondly, it is not what your father would have us do."Emereah stood in front of him, the fiery rebellious glint in her eyes as fierce as the fire burning in her soul. Her lips parted, a glare of resolve flashing across her face."I am not going to remain behind, Vladimir," she said resolutely. "I am not going to be the one stuck in the background, waiting for someone else to fight for me. Not again."Vladimir's teeth snapped together, but he realized that there was no turning her back now that she had decided. He saw it in her posture, the way she held Lunareth against her child, their child.You already possess the most important thing in this world," he panted, but there was no keeping back the tide of her resolve."I'm carrying the future," Emerea
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Vladimir's voice was steady but authoritative, weighed down by all the battles and impending battles. His eyes were the eyes of a desperate but quiet man, his fingers poised inches above her skin, as though he desired to touch her, but do not dare trespass."Please, Emereah," he said again, his voice trembling, "You don't have to do this anymore. I'll protect you. I'll fight for you and Lunareth. I've done enough. bad. I need to make it right. Let me make it right."Emereah's face didn't shift as she looked at him, her arms still wrapped around Lunareth, the baby softly snoring in her arms. The dance of the firelight on her eyes cast them into an almost otherworldly light wrathful and obstinate, but with something gentler, something. broken."You just don't understand," she gasped, voice a bare whisper but unyielding in its resolve. "I have struggled too long alone. For myself. For my people. I am not going to be dependent upon anyone now. Not even you."Vladimir winced, his chest tig
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The pounding of fists and clashing of steel echoed in the cold corridors of the sanctuary like the living heartbeat. From atop the raised balcony, Emereah watched the men beneath her in lines—Vladimir leading them through blows of savage intent, Rhovan bellowing orders with foul discipline. They marched with intent, every step a vow to stand, to fight.But Emereah understood that strength was not tempered on the field alone.There had been wars fought secretly—in kitchens where mothers stirred stew with trembling hands, in nurseries where grandmothers sang lullabies under their breath, in hearts that loved warriors but feared war. The sanctuary had always been an equal sanctuary. The Flame never parted man from woman when it was a matter of courage."Are they ready?" Vera's voice sounded behind her, as firm as stone.Emereah spun, the eyes drawing in. "They will be. But we are not."Vera dropped into step beside her, her cloak billowing like darkness on the cold stone floor. Her lip w
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She stood to him, her eyes bright and unflinching. "Show me."And with that, the mood in the room shifted once more. The seriousness of the conversation, the promises they had made, lingered between them like a gossamer string, binding them together—fragile, but unbreakable. In that moment, Emereah realized there was much to come, but for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, she allowed herself the hope that maybe—just maybe—they could do it together.For Lunareth. For their future.And for the love that had not yet been fully expressed.Vladimir remained silent, standing beside them, knowing that whatever he did in the coming days would have to express more than words ever could.And for the first time, he was prepared to reveal it.The next morningThe air on the training fields was heavy with expectation, the sound of boots crunching into earth and the rhythmic thud of fists against leather echoing through the stillness. The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows a
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