Todos os capítulos de Chains Of The Heart: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

A month.Thirty days of reports, requests, and relentless progress from the south.Lucian stood in the council chamber, a stack of parchment in his hands, staring at the latest update with an expression that hovered somewhere between admiration and disbelief."He's asking for more timber," Lucian said flatly. "And stone. Apparently Halenshire is actually... rebuilding. Houses, not just shelters. Actual homes."Damian sat at the head of the table, his face still carrying the weight of everything, but his eyes sharper than they'd been in weeks. The reports from Nathan had become something to hold onto—proof that something good could come from all the destruction."Give him what he needs," Damian said.Luc

 The supplies arrived faster than anyone had dared hope. Within a week, the final loads of timber crested the ridge, wagons groaning under the weight of fresh-cut wood. The northern merchant had moved like his life depended on it—and maybe it did. Tomas's cousin's sawmill had delivered precisely when promised. The transport had come through. Halenshire, for the first time since the fire, stood on its own. Nathan stood at the edge of the village, watching the last of the supplies being unloaded. The sounds of construction had faded to the normal noises of daily life—children laughing, doors opening and closing, the murmur of conversation. It was done. Lenore appeared beside him,

 The cell was small, damp, and lit by a single torch that flickered in its bracket. Emery sat on a low cot, his hands clasped loosely in his lap, his face pale but composed. He looked up when Lucian's footsteps echoed down the corridor, his expression flickering with something between resignation and relief. Lucian stopped before the iron gate. Rowan hung back, half in shadow, his presence unnoticed. "Lord Emery." Lucian's voice was flat, professional. "You've had a long journey." Emery's lips twitched. "That's what you're leading with?" "I'm leading with facts." Lucian pulled a small stool from the corner and sat. "The weather was terrible. The roads were impassable. You're here now. The facts are what they are." 

The study was quiet, the fire burning low in the hearth. Damian sat at his desk, staring at the papers before him without seeing them. His quill had dried hours ago, the ink a faint stain on the parchment where he'd stopped mid-word and never resumed.Lucian stood in the doorway, watching.He knew that stillness. He'd seen it before, in the early days after Arabella vanished, in the long nights after the cave, in the moments when Damian's mind slipped away from the present and into the past.Thinking about what could have happened. What should have happened. What he had no power to change.Lucian cleared his throat."The timber from Valdris is being transported directly to Redholt," he said. "The roads are holding. It should arrive within the week."Damian hummed in response. A sound that wasn't quite acknowledgment, wasn't quite dismissal. Just... sound.Lucian moved to the window.The snow had thinned enough to see the gardens below, the bare branches of the trees, the stone paths th

The study was coming together.Rowan stood back to admire the new arrangement—the desk angled toward the window, the chairs pulled closer to the hearth, the books sorted by color and height and some secret system that only made sense to him. It was warmer now. Brighter. Less like a tomb.Beth was dusting the shelves, her movements practiced, efficient. She hummed as she worked, some tune her daughter had taught her."How old is she now?" Rowan asked.Beth smiled. "Six in the spring. She's already asking for a pony.""Are you going to get her one?""Absolutely not." Beth's voice was firm, but her eyes were soft. "Maybe when she's older. When she can take care of it herself."Rowan grinned. "That's what my mother said. I got the pony anyway.""What happened to it?"Rowan's grin faded, just a little. "It died. When I was fourteen. Old age." He shrugged. "I buried it in the back field. My father helped me dig the grave."Beth was quiet for a moment. "That must have been hard.""Yes." Rowan