Aliyah's POV Two years later,The heavy oak doors of the Dark Bane master suite creaked as I pushed them open. Two years had passed since the night of the coronation, and the weight of the silver circlet on my dressing table was no longer a burden, but a symbol of the peace we had built. I walked into the room and kicked off my heels, enjoying the feel of the plush rug under my tired feet. I had spent the entire afternoon at Rising Moon College, overseeing the new scholarship applications for the healing arts program."You’re home late," a voice rumbled from the balcony.I looked up and smiled. Tyler was leaning against the stone railing, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked exactly the same as the day he took over the combat department—rugged, powerful, and entirely mine. He stepped inside, his boots thudding softly on the hardwood floor."The board meeting ran long," I said, leaning back against the bedpost as he approached. "Everyone has an opinion on the new traini
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