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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 75

Author: MIKS DELOSO
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Meanwhile — Outer Sanctum, Elder Hall

Incense and wet parchment filled the air with heavy, acrid odor. Vera hurried, her footsteps echoing the silent halls of the Sanctum. She had caught them—Elarion, Malthis, and the Silent One—their tones dripping with cunning malice, their words conveyed just beyond the curve of the closed room.

"The child is not in balance. It is a fire born of rebellion."

"It must be removed from her before the choice. Before it kills her."

"She will not go quietly."

"Then we do not ask."

Vera had crouched, silent, behind the Maiden of Tests statue.

And she had listened to them plotting.

The elders were not biding their time for prophecy or prayer. They were making plans for a ritual removal. A forced cutting—hundreds of years old, outlawed, and nearly always deadly.

The child.

The prophecy.

Emereah's life.

They would give up everything to keep their power.

Her heart raced when she sped around a corner, shoving aside stunned acolytes and hooded initiates. No time
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    It wasn't just a flutter of life.It was awareness.A warmth unfolding just below her ribs, slow and ancient—like something older than her blood had stirred.Emereah's eyes snapped open. Her breath was caught."Did you feel that?" she whispered."Voice trembling.Vera lifted her head from the ring of salt she'd just drawn by the door. "What is it?""I don't know," Emereah breathed. "But it wasn't mine… and it wasn't just the baby.A soft light capered across her skin, orange-gold, like the flames of a fire that did not exist. Her fingertips radiated softly. Her heartbeat roared louder, harder, like drums at war.The child was reacting.To her fear. To danger. To the promise of safety.To Vladimir's flames.Her spirit was drawn—wrenched through the veil of distance and rock and magic.Abruptly, in her mind's eye, she saw it:Vladimir through a firestorm of embers, the earth splitting beneath his feet, the council stepping back as his aura expanded. His eyes burning. His voice booming.

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    Another older one—a woman named Enza—lowered her eyelids. "You were supposed to wed Alexandria. To mend the broken houses. To complete the Elder Pact. Instead… you welcomed a nameless, fireborn slave into your home and had the temerity to name her Luna.""She is not a slave," Vladimir growled, his voice a burning blade. "She is mine."That's the issue," Calrex interrupted icily. "You claim her like a weapon. Not a woman. You paraded her through our courts, crowned her, and now look—our lands are restless. The omens bleed fire. The balance of Eltharia trembles."Vladimir's eyes were afire. "I will not be lectured to by cowards who speak from behind scrolls while ordering slaughter in the dark. Do not talk of balance when you conspire to tear a child from its mother."The room was silent.A flash of discomfort crossed the faces of the elders.So he knew."So it's true," Vladimir growled, his voice low and poisonous. "You would slit her open for prophecy. You would offer up my child as s

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    The way narrowed. Water dripped from overhead. The smell of moss and old magic hung in the air.Emereah stumbled once, and Vera caught her. Rhovan went on in front of them, the dim light of a charmstone radiating from his palm to lead them."I should have talked sooner," he said, his voice coming over his shoulder. "But I was afraid.""Of what?" Vera grumbled."Of being wrong," Rhovan whispered. "Of trusting in something wild. Unwritten."He glanced over at Emereah."But then I saw her. Standing in front of the Council. Not breaking. Not bowing. Just burning, quietly."They came to a round cavern, moonlight trickling from a shattered stone above. In the center stood the arch—warped roots, dead limbs, and runes etched long before Eltharia bore a name."Through there," Rhovan said. "Once you cross it, you're past their notice."Emereah glanced at the passageway. Then at him."Will you come?""I'll hold them up," he said. "Tell them I chased you into the Black Tunnels. That you disappear

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 77

    High Tower – NightfallThe flames had burned to embers long ago.Emereah lay restlessly on the narrow pallet of furs, on her side, one hand curled protectively over the roundness of her belly.Beyond, the wind screamed against the stone walls of the tower. Storm brewed on the horizon.In her mind…Fire.Winding, seething flame.She stood on burned earth, barefoot, the heavens above her staining red and gold, the air itself aflame with ash. Sweat-soaked, her nightdress stuck to her skin. Smoke irritated her eyes.And then—She saw him.Vladimir.Ablaze.Flames wrapped around his shoulders like a crown. His hands, outstretched toward her, burned and shaking.His eyes—wild, haunted eyes—glowed gold. Not with fury. But with something much more deadly.Love.Real. Bleeding. Raw."Emereah," he called out, voice a deep echo.She stepped back. The heat closed in, intolerable."Why are you here?" she demanded, voice breaking. "You imprisoned me—""I shattered them," he said. "For you. For us.

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    Temple of First Flame — War ChamberObsidian doors creaked as they swung wide, and Vladimir stood before them in his complete armor, darkness licking at his heels as if even the flames were afraid to touch him.The war chamber was huge—illuminated by floating braziers, each flame held suspended in the air by runes older than eternity. His council was assembled: twelve men and women shrouded in black, gold, and deep red. They stood as if frozen at his arrival, their visages impassive. Along the curved walls, his personal guards stood at attention—silent, armored, and vigilant.Vladimir walked to the center, thrusting his star-iron blade into the map-engraved tabletop with a crack."Where is she?"There was silence.Not even the fires had the temerity to flicker.He looked around, his voice a storm crash in stillness. "I asked where Emereah is. Have you located her?"There was still—nothing.Some cast wary glances at each other. Others cast down their eyes.Then there came forward a man

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 75

    Meanwhile — Outer Sanctum, Elder HallIncense and wet parchment filled the air with heavy, acrid odor. Vera hurried, her footsteps echoing the silent halls of the Sanctum. She had caught them—Elarion, Malthis, and the Silent One—their tones dripping with cunning malice, their words conveyed just beyond the curve of the closed room."The child is not in balance. It is a fire born of rebellion.""It must be removed from her before the choice. Before it kills her.""She will not go quietly.""Then we do not ask."Vera had crouched, silent, behind the Maiden of Tests statue.And she had listened to them plotting.The elders were not biding their time for prophecy or prayer. They were making plans for a ritual removal. A forced cutting—hundreds of years old, outlawed, and nearly always deadly.The child.The prophecy.Emereah's life.They would give up everything to keep their power.Her heart raced when she sped around a corner, shoving aside stunned acolytes and hooded initiates. No time

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