Five years have passed, and Aerithia glows with quiet grace. The realm thrives under Gregory’s steady hand though King Halrion still lives, aged and wise, the true weight of leadership has shifted to his son and me. We rule in action, not in title, partners in every sense, bound by love, duty, and the history that nearly tore us apart.Our son, Kamsey, is the pulse of our days. He fills the palace halls with laughter, his small footsteps echoing where once only silence lived. He has his father’s calm gaze and my stubborn heart; a perfect blend of everything Gregory and I once feared we could never have.King Halrion dotes on him endlessly. Sometimes I catch him watching Kamsey play, eyes glistening, as though he’s found redemption for all that was lost before us.Morgana didn’t last more than three years in the coldest dungeon of Matica. The isolation and bitter cold slowly consumed her until a heart attack ended her life. She was buried without honor and without ceremony, like a comm
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