Masuk**Lyra**Rowan was still breathing. That was the first thing I heard that morning as I got dressed.He was still breathing, he still had a pulse, and now he lay between clean sheets, bandaged from head to toe, sustained by the fragile breath of a life that refused to give up.The room was permeated with the metallic scent of blood and healing herbs.The poison that had coursed through her veins was beginning to dissipate, but the doctors were still murmuring to one another with tense expressions.Tharion stood firm by the door, arms crossed, watching every movement as if he might need to intervene at any moment.His presence was imposing, authoritative, but his eyes, when they sought mine, revealed something else: vigilance. Distrust.“I won’t let him play with you anymore, Lyra,” he said in a low voice, but without taking his eyes off the unconscious body. “I’m letting him live for your sake, but don’t ask me to forget everything.”I didn’t know what to say. Something inside me kept
**Lyra**Krimson cracked another one of his jokes when we saw Rowan at the castle entrance, escorted by guards and looking around with that serious, solemn expression he used to wear when he wanted to look important.“Is anyone else going to show up?” Krimson murmured with a theatrical sigh. “I mean, in case we need to start a waiting list for the exes.”I rolled my eyes and didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was seething inside. Her words, though disguised as mockery, hurt me.I felt watched, judged. And worse still, invaded by the ghosts I’d worked so hard to bury.I saw Tharion. His furrowed brow, his tight lips. I didn’t need to read his mind to know what he was thinking.He was bewildered, annoyed… jealous. And he had every right to be.His words—“you decide if he stays”—gave me a hundred years of life. That means he trusts me despite everything.We’d made it clear that this between us was real. We had a son, and even though we hadn’t put everything into w
**Tharion**“So… your other ex,” Krimson repeated sarcastically, looking at Lyra with a raised eyebrow. “There aren’t any more on the way, are there? I mean, just in case we want to roll out the red carpet…”I glared at him. If looks could kill, he’d already be buried under the castle’s foundations.“One more word, Krimson, and I’ll have you patrolling the perimeter nonstop for a month.”My voice was sharp, and I saw him flinch, as if he’d seen a ghost. He knew when I was serious; he’d become one of my best friends, so he knew how much I loved Lyra, and the war between Mikail and Rowan to win her love back unsettled me.I didn’t want them anywhere near me for even a moment, and now they’d gathered on my lands as if this were some autumn festival.What else could I expect? When would I ever be able to live in peace with Lyra and our little one?Krimson raised both hands, trying to calm things down, though I saw in his eyes that spark of his personality he couldn’t hide.“Yeah, yeah… I’
**Lyra**The first sound that woke me wasn’t the singing of birds or the creaking of wood in the castle’s hallways. It was a soft, hungry whimper, followed by the gentle movement of a tiny body against mine.I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the sun’s warmth seep through the curtains. My son was looking for food, and his little mouth moved in an instinctive gesture that filled me with tenderness.I cradled him gently and settled in, letting him feed while I stroked the dark hair beginning to peek out from his head.“You and your fire, my little one…” I whispered with a soft smile. “What kind of fate awaits you?”But when I sat up a little more, I realized I was alone. Tharion wasn’t in bed.I frowned. He hadn’t left my side for a single moment since what happened the night before. Something must have happened.I called out to a servant passing down the hallway.“Do you know where the King is?” I asked, without taking my eyes off the baby I was still nursing.The young man lowered his g
**Lyra**I felt exhausted, but I didn’t want to stay in the temple much longer. The cold of the marble still chilled me to the bone, and the echo of my own words haunted me like a ghost.The weight of my son against my chest reminded me that I had something to protect. Something to live for.I left the sanctuary with slow steps, trying to avoid the gaze of the guardians. I walked toward the castle room I shared with Tharion, eager to return to the safety of its walls.However, something felt… wrong.The shadows seemed thicker than usual. And that feeling—of being watched—pierced the back of my neck like a thorn.I stopped. My heart was pounding in my chest.“Calm down…” I murmured, more to soothe the baby than myself.Then, it emerged.A dark figure, cloaked in a long, heavy cape, stepped out from the pillars. I couldn’t see its face. Only its eyes. Black. Cold.My instinct screamed.Fear took my breath away for a second, but the thought of my son set my blood ablaze.“You’re not goin
**Lyra**The diaper in my hands still carried the dry scent of blood.I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even burn.Something inside me broke in silence, with the violence of a windless storm. I felt the room blurring.The walls were closing in. And all I could hear was my own breath… broken.I had loved that baby with all my soul. I had felt it growing inside me.And now, that simple piece of red-stained cloth told me the wound was still open. That what had been taken from me was not only a child, but also my peace.Tharion appeared in the doorway.His eyes, wild at first, softened the moment he saw me. He knelt beside me.He said nothing. He didn’t touch me. But his presence weighed on me. Because I loved him. And because it hurt.“Who…?” was all I could manage to say, my voice hoarse.Tharion looked down.“I don’t know… yet. But I swear I’ll find out.”I looked at him, searching for a crack in his armor, something that would let me trust again. But I found only the refl







