Chapter 3: Echoes of Burning Fields

Kael stood in the royal war library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling the air around him. He had been searching for answers for hours, trying to piece together the strange sensations that had been haunting him since the Soul-Oath had been forged. His body still ached from the shared pain of the ritual, but it was the inexplicable sense of familiarity, of déjà vu, that troubled him the most.

The whispers of a ghost girl in his dreams, the burning fields, the faces he couldn’t quite place. Every night he woke in a cold sweat, his hand instinctively reaching out to the spot where she had stood in his dreams—her name on his lips, but always just out of reach. *Selene.*

He had been through the old war records, the battle maps, the troop rosters. He had even visited the archives of the royal war library to seek out anything, anything that could explain why the name *Selene* felt so familiar to him. But so far, there was nothing. No mention of her name, no reference to an Omega spy. Nothing that could explain the bond he felt, the inexplicable connection that had surged between them when their souls were bound.

"Your Highness," Captain Lynox's voice broke through his thoughts, and Kael turned to face the captain standing in the doorway. "The prisoner is ready for escort to the royal armory."

Kael’s eyes narrowed as he studied Lynox. "What prisoner?"

"The woman," Lynox said, almost reluctant to speak her name. "Selene. Her escort has been arranged."

Kael’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected to see her so soon after the ceremony. Despite the pain still lancing through his body, despite the bond that had tethered them together, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he was missing. *Who are you, really, Selene?*

"Let her through," Kael ordered, his voice cold but steady.

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When Selene entered the armory, she was escorted by Lynox, his expression as unreadable as ever. She kept her gaze fixed ahead, trying not to look at Kael as he stood in front of a massive rack of weapons, his eyes focused on the assortment of blades and spears. The silence between them felt like a heavy weight, pressing down on both of them.

Selene couldn’t help but notice the strange tug she felt in her chest, the echo of Kael’s presence even from across the room. The bond between them was undeniable now—she could feel it, like an invisible thread linking them together. When he moved, she moved. When he hurt, she hurt.

And when he stared at her, it was as if he was searching for something—something beyond the political necessity that had brought them together. She could see it in his eyes: a flicker of recognition, something deeper than mere curiosity.

"Tell me," Kael said, breaking the silence, his voice unexpectedly soft. "How does it feel?"

Selene didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she focused on the cold metal of the weapons around them, fighting the urge to shrink away. "I... don’t understand what you mean."

Kael didn’t take his eyes off her. "The bond," he clarified. "The Soul-Oath. Can you feel it?"

Selene’s throat tightened, and for a moment, she was tempted to lie. To tell him that everything was fine. That the pain was just a passing thing. But she couldn’t. The truth was there, raw and undeniable.

"I can feel it," she said quietly, her voice almost drowned out by the low hum of the palace. "I feel your pain, your thoughts, your... emotions."

Kael’s gaze sharpened, and for a second, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time. The weight of his scrutiny made her shift uncomfortably under his gaze. She couldn’t meet his eyes for long. She couldn’t stand the idea that he was starting to see through her carefully constructed facade.

"You’re not just some foreign prisoner, are you?" Kael’s voice was a low murmur, his words heavy with suspicion. "You... know more than you’re letting on."

Selene clenched her fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. She couldn’t afford to reveal the truth—not yet. Not when everything was still hanging by a thread. If Kael knew the real reason why she was here, if he learned the full extent of her betrayal, it would destroy the fragile peace they were supposed to uphold.

"You’re mistaken," she said, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. "I am who you believe me to be. An Omega from the enemy nation. Nothing more."

Kael didn’t seem convinced, but he said nothing more. Instead, he turned back to the weapons before him, his hand resting on the hilt of a long, elegant sword. His fingers brushed over the blade, almost as though it were a living thing, and Selene couldn’t help but wonder how much of him was still the man who had fought on the battlefield—how much of him was still the Kael she had once known, before everything had fallen apart.

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That night, as Selene lay on the servant pallet, the cold air from the open window brushing against her skin, her mind raced. The bond between her and Kael was growing stronger by the hour, and with it, her fear. Not just fear of him, but fear of herself. Fear of what the Oath would force her to do. What it might make her feel.

In the quiet of her room, the shadows seemed to whisper her name, calling her back to a time she had buried deep inside her—before the war, before the betrayal. And for a moment, she thought she could hear Kael’s voice, though she knew it was impossible.

*I can feel your pain too, Selene.*

Her breath hitched in her throat. She could feel him, his presence overwhelming her senses. The connection was undeniable. And as she closed her eyes, the weight of their bond pressed down on her chest. She could not escape it.

The dreams came again—burning fields, blood-soaked earth, and a ghostly figure standing just out of reach. This time, she heard her own voice calling out to him, but the words were lost in the smoke.

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In the palace, Kael stood in his private chamber, staring out over the city below. The night was dark, but the stars shone brightly above. His thoughts were clouded, but one thing remained clear: the Oath between him and Selene was not what it seemed. There was something more to her than what the council had told him.

He could feel it. He could feel her.

The bond was only beginning to reveal its power, and Kael had no idea what it would lead to. But one thing was certain—he would find the truth.