The main hall smelled like coffee, ink, and too many responsibilities.Rin paused in the doorway a second, hand on the carved frame, and took in the scene.The long table was already half‑occupied. Maps and scrolls sprawled across the scarred wood, pinned in place by mugs and knives. Sunlight pushed in through the tall windows in pale gold bars, catching dust motes and the smooth shine of worn chair backs.Aria stood by the window, a sheet of parchment in one hand, brow furrowed in thought. Lucian sat beside her empty chair, one arm draped along the back of it, the other wrapped around a mug. He leaned forward and, as casually as breathing, pressed his mouth to the side of her neck.Rin watched her mother tilt her head into the touch, the faintest smile softening a face that, to most of the world, was all edges and iron.For a moment, it was just them. Alpha and Alpha‑mate, war‑tried, legend‑heavy, privately ridiculous.Something tight and wistful twisted under Rin’s ribs.She rolled
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