The Threshold Kale’s POVThe dawn broke slowly over the kingdom, gray and fragile like a promise half-kept. Mist clung to the hills, curling around stone towers and silver-leaved trees, softening the harsh edges of the battlefield from yesterday. Yet despite the calm morning, a storm lingered in my chest that no sunrise could dispel.I stood on the balcony of the royal chambers, Lyla sleeping in Serena’s arms inside, and the quiet of the palace stretched around me like a weight. The soldiers below were returning to their routines, checking weapons, sharpening swords, tending to minor injuries, but their glances rose to me occasionally, full of respect and lingering awe. I did not need their approval, though; I already knew the measure of today’s victory. Ronan had fled. He had been defeated. My family was safe.But safety was a fragile thing.I turned away from the balcony and walked through the halls, each step echoing against polished stone. The palace was quiet, eerily so, as if e
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