Kael’s POV The gardens were quieter than usual that morning, bathed in a soft gold that made even the marble fountains look alive. Dew clung to the petals of the roses, glimmering like tiny jewels in the sunlight. Elara walked beside me, her robe trailing lightly against the grass, her hair catching the light in a way that made my chest tighten.It had been days since the coronation, yet peace still felt new—fragile, like a secret we weren’t supposed to touch too loudly. But this morning, I didn’t want to think about councils, borders, or treaties. I just wanted to think about her.“Did you know,” I said, brushing my fingers against hers as we walked, “that this garden used to belong to my mother?”Elara glanced at me, curious. “No, you never told me that.”“She planted the roses herself,” I said, smiling faintly. “She used to say a kingdom that grows roses can’t be lost forever. Even when it’s covered in thorns.”Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Sounds like something yo
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