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Will Bear the Moon Chapter 102 The Sound of Her Steps
*Johan*The hall should have felt the same. Johan had walked this corridor a thousand times before. During storms that rattled the windows like bones. During celebrations that gilded the walls with laughter. And on sleepless nights when duty was a weight and sunlit mornings when it was a privilege.But tonight was different.Everything was twisted. Altered like the weight of nightmare’s geometry. Its’ truth pressing between his ribs with each hollow step toward the south wing, Nicoli's wing, had transformed familiar into foreign. The safety of red runners beneath his feet felt like walking on sanguine. The same portraits that had watched him for decades now seemed to track his movement with eyes that knew too much.Every flicker of candlelight stretched longer than it should, , reaching for him with fingers of shadow. Every echo of his footfall was swallowed too quickly, as if the stones themselves wanted no memory of his passing. As if the palace was already revolting against him.T
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 101 By Candlelight and Promise
*Johan*“So it’s true.” The words barely escaped Johan's throat. A breath more than a whisper, yet it echoed all the same in the laboratory's stillness as if the walls themselves recoiled from the confession. The vast space seemed to shrink around him, stone and shadow pressing closer, bearing witness to what could not be taken back.He stared down at the parchment again, hoping, absurdly, that the words might shift. Willing the ink to blur and fade. His eyes traced the letters once more, as if reading them differently might change their meaning.But no matter how he wished it, the ink remained stubborn and steady. The word was a permanent stain on the page and each stroke only further held it up with strong thickly lined curls.Poison.Drawn in Master Pierce’s sharp, deliberate hand. No tremor in the lettering. No hesitation in the diagnosis. The kind of certainty that came from triple-checking, from running every test twice, from wanting desperately to be wrong and finding only conf
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 100 Devotee
*Julia*The doors shut behind her with a sound too soft for how loud it felt in her bones.Not a slam. Not even a click.Not a slam. Not even a proper click. Just that faint, traitorous snick. The sealing of a letter no one would ever open, of forty years of service ending with less ceremony than snuffing out a candle.The blue box pressed into the soft flesh of her thigh through layers of skirt, its edges biting like teeth, like memory, like all the sins she'd committed in love's name. Of all she’d done.And for a moment, just one terrible, endless moment, Julia could only stand there. The hall stretched ahead of her like a blade waiting to fall if she dared a single step further.Nervous flames flickered from their sconces across the corridor. Active and anxious, likely disturbed by her presence. Their waxy halos painted dancing shadows on the walls. Shadows that looked like reaching hands attached to names long forgotten. With like accusation, no longer spoken of. And like all the
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 99 Prt. II Divorce and Tea
*Hidi*The parlor was warmer than she expected. Though snow still whispered against the tall windows, hushing down in lazy veils from the gray sky beyond, the room itself held the kind of curated heat that made Hidi’s skin prickle beneath her fur collar. The warmth pressed against her like unwanted intimacy, too close, too controlled. A pale fire murmured in the hearth, flames licking marble with the laziness of a well-fed cat. A slight fog veiled the edges of the long windows like breath against the leaded glass. Blurring the view of the hedge maze beyond into abstract suggestions. The skeletal gardens looked like they'd been drawn by a child's unsteady hand, all sharp angles softened by snow's mercy. The air tasted of steeped rosehips lingered in the air, cut with bright orange peel and something more exotic. Cardamom, perhaps? The spice lingered at the back of her throat, warm and slightly numbing.It was sweet, delicate. It felt controlled. Everything about this room whispered
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 99 Reflect and Deflect
*Hidi*Hidi took her time dressing.She moved with deliberate slowness, each gesture calculated to contain the fury threatening to detonate beneath her skin. It was a rather daunting task to be honest. For one her size and temperament, she who'd never met a door she couldn't barrel through, a problem she couldn't solve with sheer force. Or a good sharp sword through the chest, it was practically impossible. Or she’d thought so. But somehow, she seemed to muster some hidden reservoir of restraint from within just when the call demanded.Her large fingers, usually so decisive, slightly trembled as the corrected invisible flaws in her seams. The silk thread felt rough against her fingertips, catching on calluses earned from years of sword training her mother had insisted upon. The memory rose unbidden, sharp and blinding as a crisp winter morning in Almony's mountains.She'd been seven. Still growing into her height, all knees and elbows, already taller than most human children her age
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 98 Last Hurrah
*King Alexander*This damn cold. The curse barely passed his lips, rough as tree bark, dry as autumn leaves crushed underfoot. It emerged on a whisper of breath so thin it might have been imagination, might have been the wind rattling through stone gaps. But he felt it everywhere. In his bones where marrow had turned to ice. In joints that creaked like rusted hinges. Even beneath the mountain of furs and woolen blankets that pressed down on him like packed earth, Alexander shivered.Despite pelts from northern wolves and quilts stuffed with goose down, despite the fire that never stopped burning, Alexander was cold. He was always cold now. The kind of cold that came from inside, that no amount of external heat could touch. And always tired. Gods, was he so tired.Each breath rattled its way up from somewhere deep and wet—a sound like drowning in reverse, like something being dragged from the bottom of a well. His chest ached with the effort, every inhale catching on the brittle cage
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