ELARA'S POVDawn slips quietly into our chamber, golden light stretching across silk sheets. For a moment, I forget the world beyond the doors. I forget the court, the chaos, the looming war. All I know is the warmth beside me.Dravon lies half-awake, his arm draped across my waist. His skin feels like fire against mine, steady and grounding. When his lashes lift, his blue eyes meet mine and something in my chest flutters.“You’re awake early,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.“So are you,” I whisper back, tracing his sharp jawline.He catches my hand, presses a kiss to my fingertips. “You didn’t sleep,” he says softly, like he already knows.“I couldn’t,” I admit. “Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the smoke, the fires, the people who’ll pay for Anita’s ambition.”Dravon sits up slowly, the blanket sliding from his chest. “Then we’ll end it before it spreads,” he says. “We’ll continue seeking better strategies to win this war.”I nod, though my heart clenches. There’s no comfort
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