All Chapters of THE SILVER LINING: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Krishna faced him, the dawn trapped in her hair like strands of molten gold. The Living City purred around them a low hum that curled underneath the earth, the beat of a new world learning how to be kind slowly. For one moment, nothing was but that stillness: the whisper of wind over silver grass, the soft whisper of life's return.Miyal's gaze met hers, steady but shaking with an agony too human for the strength that now coursed through him. His voice was rough, unguarded, bare of everything except truth."Can we begin anew?" he asked. "I know I cannot give you anything no assurance of peace, no home untainted by the past.". Only this only the love I have for you." He stepped closer, silver-lit fingers curling in a vulnerable way, as if even the air between them could break. "I know I've altered. I know I've become odd, touched by things I don't even comprehend.But if you'll take me still, if you'll look at me the way that I amHe swallowed, catching his breath. "Do you still love m

At night, the citizens congregated on the square where the Citadel used to be. Glowing fires burned in glass bowls, their silver-white flames flickering to the beat of drums constructed from bark and lightstone. A whiff of spiced roots and wine hung in the air.Krishna stood alongside the elders who had once questioned her. Sira's place was empty, indicated only by one candle its flame unwavering, as if even the wind held respect for her memory.Alren came over, bowing his head. "The wards are holding," he said quietly. "And the city continues to grow on its own now. Each child born today will bear the Pulse."Krishna smiled weakly. "Then let them be wiser than us.He nodded, his eyes shining. "They already are."Music burst out. Young and old clasped hands and made vast circles around the fire. Feet stamped hard, skirts whirled round, laughter rolled across the air like thunder smoothed to gentleness.Miyal grasped Krishna's hand once more

The morning of the wedding came softly, painted in gold.Ignatius stood at the edge of the valley, where the breeze carried laughter from afar the faint echo of drums, the murmur of joy. He didn’t need to see it to understand what day it was.Today, Krishna and Miyal would wed beneath the sunrise.For a brief, trembling moment, Ignatius thought of going of standing at the back of the crowd, unseen, just to catch a glimpse of her smile one last time. To see her walk toward the life she had fought so fiercely for.But something deep within him whispered otherwise.Let them have this day, the wind seemed to say. Let peace have its moment.So he didn’t go.He stood instead beneath the old tree on the outskirts of Brunschière, where he had once waited for her, where he had once cursed the gods for taking her from him. The same sun that touched her face touched his. The same wind that lifted her veil brushed his hair.In that invisible connection, he felt her presence not as a wound anymore

After the vows, the world was quiet.There were no drums, no chaos, no thunder. There was only the hush of morning and the whisper of wind across the fields. The Citadel's ruins had become gardens, and the glow of the Living City was now like the heart of the dawn itself.Krishna woke to the sound of the river outside their small home: a quiet, living murmur, which rose and fell with the earth's breath. Sunlight filtered through the open window and scattered across her face like gold dust. For a moment, she simply lay there, wrapped in the warmth of silence.Then a familiar voice brushed the air.“Still dreaming?”Smiling, the tone of Miyal seemed to hold a smile.Krishna turned to see him at the window, hair unbound, shirt half-buttoned, his skin catching the first light. The faint silver beneath his veins shimmered faintly, alive but calm — the old power tamed, softened.Smiling, she said, "You're awake early."“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, eyes fixed on the horizon. “The world’s too

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