Rayna POVThe city didn’t sleep. Even hours after the coronation, the streets below still shimmered with candlelight - soft, flickering gold against stone still scarred from battle. No shouting. No chaos. Just… breath. Relief settling into bones that had been braced too long.I stood at the balcony, wrapped in Damon’s cloak. It was too big, too heavy - and it smelled like him. Smoke. Steel. Something darker underneath. Something that was mine. Perfect.Cold air brushed my skin, but I barely felt it. For the first time since the war began everything was quiet.Too quiet. I couldn't get out the feeling that something was hanging above us. I just couldn't catch it yet.The doors behind me opened. “You’re supposed to be resting.”His voice was lower now. Roughened by everything we’d survived today.I didn’t turn. “You’re supposed to be ruling,” I replied with a smirk.A pause. Then his steps crossed the room - slow, deliberate, grounding. I felt them before I heard them. Always did.His h
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