Will Bear the Moon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 361 - チャプター 364

*Ana*The click of the study door echoes too sharply behind me, like the snap of a thread pulled too tight. The sound reverberates through my bones, settling somewhere cold between my shoulder blades.My hand lingers on the knob longer than necessary, the cold brass pressing into my palm like a reproach. The metal drinks the warmth from my fingers, leaving them numb and trembling. I pretend I'm just collecting myself, preparing mentally for the walk with Nugen back to the throne room. For a heartbeat, I stand there—spine straight as a blade, hands folded over the front of my skirts like a shield—pretending I cannot hear them.But I can.There it is again—voices. Something murmured behind the door—low voices, too soft to make out. A hushed rhythm, broken only by the faint creak of leather and the gentle scrape of chair legs shifting across stone. Muffled by thick wood. Low. Careful. One of them belongs to Bruno-I know that deep timber from anywhere, the way it dips when he is speaking

*Ana* The rain has finally stopped. Not that I'd noticed right away—what with my ears still ringing from the hours in court, my head too thick with thoughts to recognize the earned silence. But here, in the stables, where it smells like damp hay and warm leather, everything feels hushed. The horses snort softly, shifting in their stalls, their breath curling into the cold air in heady puffs of white smoke. A soft clop of hooves against worn stone, the creak of old beams overhead—the world narrows to this small, living rhythm. Familiar. Comforting. Real.I rest my hand against the flank of the chestnut mare beside me, feeling her warmth seep through my palm like sunlight through glass. She's calm. Solid. Her ribs expand and contract with each steady breath, and I match mine to hers without realizing it. My fingers slide through her coarse winter coat again and again, the edge of my sleeve catching slightly on the rougher patches near her shoulder. The fox trim darkens where I've touc