The palace was quiet that night, the usual hum of activity replaced by a heavy stillness that clung to the corridors like fog. In the grand hall, the statue of Reine stood in the soft glow of torchlight, marble features serene yet impossibly lifelike. Every detail—the curve of her face, the softness of her expression, the subtle tilt of her head—seemed to breathe with a quiet vitality. Elias stood before her, silent, eyes fixed on the delicate lines of the statue, hands clasped loosely in front of him.The moonstone necklace had been returned to Lucian, and with it, the fragment of Reine’s soul had been secured once more. Yet, even in the safety of the palace, Elias could not find rest. His heart weighed heavy with guilt, with longing, and with an unshakable need to see her truly free, not just safe, not just protected by wards and magic, but liberated in spirit.He knelt slowly before the statue, his boots echoing softly on the stone floor. The torchlight flickered, casting shifting
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