All Chapters of Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

6 a.m., and I’m already on my feet.The stone floor is cold in the room, dust sits beneath the edge of the rug—tiny triangle in the pattern. I must have missed it during last night’s cleaning. I open the window two finger-widths, count to forty, close it again. At the threshold, the guard shift changes as usual; the order of the clicks sounds like a drum solo: bolt, latch, buckle. The guard on the right is new—half a head shorter, but his posture is good. A nod, no words.Nyra is still asleep. Lying on her side, blanket to her waist, hand on the pillow. Her breathing is steady, no glistening sweat on her forehead—good. Kael is in the cradle, the cloth strap tied to the rail unmoving. I lay my hand on it, give it three long arcs, slow and steady. The baby stirs only on the second: a small, half-sound, then stillness again. Selin is in the next room with the nurse; I won’t bring her in right away today. First, I’ll get things in order outside.The chainmail rests on the chair. The shoul

According to the calendar, the Moon is three days from being full. For us, that means: the children are faster, more alert, sleep windows are shorter. I rewrote today’s plan at dawn: less stimulus, more silence, closed circle for training, rune assessment at noon, “safety mode” for the evening.By six, I’m already in the inner courtyard. The straw track covered with canvas is dry, the rope circle is taut. I run my hands along the knots. We had the brace under the bench replaced yesterday; it no longer wobbles. The bar is low, polished, held by two pillars. By the wall, Cassian and two men are checking the grates. One wing screw was a little loose; I point it out, they tighten it. No decoration, no flag, no audience. This isn’t a circus—it’s a workspace.On the way back, I stop by the kitchen: the brew’s ratio has changed since yesterday. Mae asked for more protein, less spice. The cook has already adjusted it. The nursemaid’s tray is ready—two glasses of water, two small cups of dilut

The day started slowly, but the air was strange from the morning on. Heavy, sharp—like even the stone walls were sweating. The Moon was still in its waxing phase, and the runes on the eastern edge had been glowing faintly since the night, as if something outside was pounding against them.Cassian was already waiting in the courtyard when I stepped out.“Something’s wrong with the runes,” he said instead of a greeting. “It’s not an attack, just… movement.”“By themselves?” I asked, pulling on my leather gloves.“More like something pressing on them from the inside.” He crouched and scratched a line into the dust. “The vibration isn’t coming from outside. It’s coming from below.”I didn’t like what I heard. Beneath the foundations of the house, several old passages ran—some sealed, others protected by magic. If there was movement in one of them, it wasn’t good news.“Call Rhaell from the rune chamber. I want to see it.”Cassian nodded and disappeared.Kneeling by the wall, I touched the