Shadow's Essence のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

CHAPTER ONESLUM LIFEThe warmth of the stone was a small mercy against the killing chill of the Lowcrest Shadowveil. Xalara Silvyn—though she knew herself only as Xalara, bastard-born and orphaned before she could walk—pressed the smooth river rock between her palms and summoned the whisper of magic that lived beneath her skin. Not with intention, but instinct—the way her lungs drew breath or her eyes blinked against the ash that perpetually rained from the factories that ringed the slum's borders. The stone's temperature rose slowly, heat seeping into her threadbare gloves, the worn leather cracked and stained with years of grime.In a world where magic determined who feasted and who starved, who ruled and who served, Xalara's meager gift was hardly worth mentioning. The noble houses—Holt with their burning embers, Zoryn with their killing frost, Sereth who commanded the very air, Nox whose shadows devoured light—they wielded elements with devastating purpose. Her ability to warm a

CHAPTER THREEBETRAYALThree weeks. Three weeks of gilded captivity in House Holt's sprawling estate, where ember magic infused every surface, keeping the halls perpetually warm and bathing the crystal architecture in a golden glow that was both beautiful and suffocating. Three weeks of lessons in etiquette, magic theory, and the tedious genealogies of noble houses that meant nothing to a girl raised in the Shadowveil's desperate alleys. Three weeks of Cassian's alternating attention and neglect, his proud displays of her to certain guests and his conspicuous absence at other times.Xalara stood before the full-length mirror in her chambers—not a servant's quarters as she'd initially feared, but a suite befitting a noble guest, a gilded cage with silk hangings and enchanted amenities that adjusted to her preferences before she could voice them. Her reflection was barely recognizable. Gone were the threadbare clothes of the Shadowveil, replaced by a gown of deep burgundy silk that shim

CHAPTER FIVEEngagement TormentThe warmth of the stone was a small mercy against the chill that had settled into Xalara's bones. Not the natural cold of winter—still months away—but the deeper freeze that had taken root within her since the Autumn Equinox Gala. She pressed the smooth river rock between her palms, calling forth the faint whisper of magic that lived inside her. The stone's temperature rose with gradual reluctance, as if her power itself had grown weary of answering her call.Even my magic knows I am diminished now. What use is warming stones when the cold comes from within?Three weeks had passed since Cassian's betrayal—since he had revealed his engagement to Vionna Kress before the assembled nobility of Noctis Lumen, while the bond between them had flared visible for all to witness. Three weeks since Xalara had been relegated from ward to servant, her quarters moved to the east wing where the household staff slept on thin pallets with only the distant sounds of noble

CHAPTER SEVENChance EncounterThe first dance had concluded, the newly wedded couple swirling in perfect synchronization beneath floating ember lanterns that brightened and dimmed with their movements. Cassian, ever the consummate Holt heir, performed the traditional steps with flawless precision, while Vionna radiated triumph in her elaborate gown, its enchanted gems casting patterns of light across the crystalline floor.Look at them, so perfectly matched in their calculated display. Even their dancing is political—every step designed to demonstrate power and control. She's won her prize and can't stop showing it off. And he performs his role without a flicker of remembrance for what he claimed we shared.Xalara used the moment of collective distraction to slip away, making her way toward the eastern atrium where Verin had arranged to meet her. After hours of standing silently behind Vionna, enduring pointed glances and whispered comments from curious nobles, she welcomed even a br

CHAPTER NINEContract MarriageElaric Nox stood alone in the Obsidian Chamber, examining the ceremonial arrangements with a critical eye. Shadow magic flowed around him in controlled patterns, responding to his mental discipline as he verified each detail of the upcoming ceremony. The contract document rested on its silver pedestal, night-parchment absorbing ambient light rather than reflecting it—appropriate symbolism for the pragmatic arrangement about to be formalized.Perfect precision in every element, as befits House Nox. No excessive ceremony, no wasteful display—just efficient implementation of mutually beneficial agreement.The chamber's obsidian surfaces gleamed with inner luminosity, shadow itself refined into illumination that provided clarity without harshness. Around the chamber's perimeter, the carefully selected witnesses had begun to assemble—Council members whose presence was politically necessary, diplomatic representatives whose observation would ensure inter-house