~Aliyana POV~The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn. It fell in thin, silver sheets against the glass, a steady rhythm that scraped against my thoughts. My body still ached, heavy and slow, like someone had poured lead into my veins.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the marks on my wrist, the faint shimmer that caught the dim light. The “mark” Nolan mentioned. Whatever the poison was, it hadn’t been simple. I could feel it still, crawling under my skin, a whisper I couldn’t quite silence.But I wouldn’t let it show.I refused to look weak. Not after everything.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the dirt of the training yard, Nolan’s shadow moving toward me as the world tilted. His voice cutting through the haze—sharp, angry, afraid. My name, not bride.That was the part I hated most.That it still lingered.I rose from the bed, moving carefully. My legs trembled with the effort, but I forced myself to stand. I’d been poisoned, nearly killed, and still, I was alive. That meant I
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