EMMELINE’S POV□■□■□■□■□■I woke to warmth and the steady thud of a heartbeat beside mine. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy as iron. Above me, the ceiling was a soft expanse of cream, stained by torchlight. Then I shifted my gaze to the wall—stone blocks, cool and solid, anchoring me to the world. And there, beside the bed, was Darius. His arm was curled around me, his strong forearm a brace beneath my head.Between us, wrapped in swaddling cloths as soft as a whisper, lay our son—Valen. He was sleeping, tiny chest rising and falling, an unsteady rhythm of pure life. I stared at his perfect face—rose-tipped cheeks, a button nose, and the faintest flicker of gold in closed lids. His presence sent a wave of warmth through me, a comforting glow that settled every jagged edge in my chest.“Valen,” I whispered, my voice scratchy and raw. It was all I could manage.Darius stirred instantly, his eyes flying open. They were rimmed with worry, but relief flooded through them when he saw me awa
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