登入Over the following weeks, Nolan watched with growing astonishment as the number of Faes emerging from hiding continued to swell, far beyond anything he had anticipated when he'd first drafted the bill. Families who had lived in isolated pockets throughout the surrounding territories for generations, individuals who had disguised themselves so thoroughly that even their closest neighbors had never suspected the truth, began arriving in steady streams, until their combined numbers were enough to fill an entire village on their own.He hadn't imagined there could be so many. He had believed, as most did, that centuries of persecution had all but wiped them from existence entirely, leaving only scattered survivors clinging to secrecy in the shadows. To see them now, gathering openly, cautiously hopeful, filled him with a pride he hadn't expected to feel so deeply.Through Gianna, these people, who had lost nearly everything, hope included, were finally finding their purpose again.He deci
Gianna paced the length of their chambers, her arms wrapped tightly around herself despite the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows."This is going to destroy everything," she said, her voice tight with panic. "If people believe I caused Pietra to lose her child, if they think I'm cruel, heartless, how am I supposed to convince anyone that Faes deserve compassion and freedom? They'll say the very person championing this cause has no mercy in her heart at all.""Gianna." Nolan caught her arm gently as she passed him again, halting her frantic movement. "Calm down. You're spiraling.""I'm not spiraling," she snapped, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. "I'm being realistic. This could ruin everything."He didn't release her arm. "Breathe," he said simply. "We'll deal with whatever comes."It didn't take long for her fears to prove justified. By the following morning, word reached them that Pietra had begun speaking openly to anyone who would listen, her voi
Over the following days, word of Nolan's bill spread rapidly throughout the surrounding territories, and gradually, cautiously, Faes who had spent years, sometimes entire lifetimes, hiding their true nature began appearing at the mansion gates, seeking confirmation that the proposal was real, that freedom might genuinely be within their reach after generations of persecution.Gianna met with as many of them as she could, though she carefully withheld her own identity throughout each conversation, not yet ready to reveal herself publicly before the formal vote had taken place. Instead, she encouraged each visitor to spread word among their communities, urging them to come forward in greater numbers, to make their voices heard when the time came for the pack and council to cast their votes."The more of you who step forward," she told an elderly woman who had arrived trembling with nervous hope one afternoon, "the harder it becomes for anyone to deny you the freedom you deserve. Numbers
Nolan led her back through the quiet corridors toward their chambers, his arm remaining wrapped protectively around her waist the entire way, and by the time they reached the door, the last of her earlier fury had settled into something far more manageable, exhaustion replacing the storm that had briefly consumed her.They hadn’t been settled long before a soft knock sounded at the door. Nolan answered it, and Gianna heard her father’s voice, quiet and hesitant, requesting a moment.She sat up slightly as Alexander stepped into the room, his expression carrying none of the earlier desperation from the study, replaced instead by something more subdued, more genuinely remorseful.“I came to apologize,” he said, his eyes finding Gianna’s across the room. “I was only trying to keep you safe, Gianna. I couldn’t protect your mother. I stood there and watched her die, and I’ve carried that failure with me every single day since. When you told me you intended to reveal yourself, all I could t
Whatever Alexander had been about to say died the moment Gianna's expression hardened further, her jaw tightening as fresh anger surged through her, sharper now, more focused."No," she said, before he could even finish laying out whatever alternative he'd prepared. "I'm still furious with you, Father. You kept the truth from me for weeks while I searched desperately for answers, while I nearly died more than once trying to save my husband, and all because you couldn't bring yourself to break a promise made to a woman who has been gone for years. I understand why. I do. It was Mother's wish, and I know you loved her enough to honor it even at great personal cost. But that doesn't give you the right to keep deciding my life for me now."Alexander opened his mouth to respond, but she pressed forward, unwilling to let him interrupt."What I want," she continued, her voice rising with conviction, "is freedom. For myself. For every Fae still hiding in fear across this kingdom. And for my c
Nolan stared at his father-in-law, confusion knitting his brow. "Revoke it?" he repeated slowly. "Alexander, this bill grants your own daughter freedom. It grants your late wife the justice she was denied. Why would you ask me to take that away?"Alexander's hands twisted together more tightly, his eyes carrying a weight of grief and fear that seemed far older than the moment itself."I don't want attention drawn to her," he said. "You don't understand, Nolan. The weight resting on the shoulders of a Fae, especially now, especially so publicly, is too much for her to carry. If this bill passes, if everyone learns what she truly is, her life will remain a target for the rest of her days. That is precisely why I hid her identity all these years. Why I kept it buried so deeply that even she didn't know the truth about herself until recently."He paused, drawing in a shaking breath before continuing."And there's something else," he said. "It was her mother's dying wish. She begged me to
Gianna turned around slowly.Nolan was still standing by the window, his expression unreadable in the firelight."You found him," she said."I did.""Who was it?""A council member named Broderick. He holds a seat in the lower chamber and oversees trade regulations for the outer markets."Gianna fr
Gianna stood perfectly still, studying his face.He was only agreeing because he needed her blood and he was desperate.The moment the transfer was done, he'd go back to making decisions without her but something in his eyes looked genuine.She decided to trust him one more time.Just once more.Sh
Chapter TwoShe was having the best dream of her life.She didn't know what it was about – just that it was warm, and she was laughing, and nothing hurt.Then she felt eyes on her.Gianna's eyes snapped open.A man was sitting in the chair right beside her bed, close enough that she could see the i
Chapter OneThe gates swung open at dusk. Gianna heard the patrol return before she saw it – boots on gravel, wolves shifting back to skin, the familiar chaos of Valemont's warriors coming home.She was standing on the upper terrace with a glass of wine when she saw Cyrus walk through the main ga







