The Price Of Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 321 - チャプター 330

Nyra’s POVRonan did not sleep much that night. I knew because I did not sleep much either. The shelter was too small for real rest and too full of things no one knew how to say properly. The low stone roof seemed to press the Outlands down on all of us. The walls smelled of ash, dry bone, old smoke, and whatever Victor had used over the years to keep death from finding him too quickly. A strip of scorched cloth covered the entrance, and beyond it, Spiro stood watch with his blade in hand, a dragon-shaped shadow blocking the worst of the world from us for a few hours.Not that it made the shelter feel safe. Nothing in the Outlands felt safe. Not even stillness. Especially not stillness. Every small sound outside made my eyes open. A scrape against rock. A breath of wind. A far-off clicking that might have been stone cooling or something with teeth moving in the dark. A low groan from somewhere under the land. Each sound reminded me that this place did not sleep like our side did. It w

Nyra’s POVI stared. I could not stop staring. After Edenwood’s death, Ashvale’s hunger, Greyreach’s wraith-touched horror, and the shelter carved from survival, Emberfall looked like a dream that had fought to remain awake. This was my father’s land. The thought moved through me slowly. Tobias had done this. Not alone perhaps. No king ruled a land with one hand. But his power had healed it to a degree. Spiro had said that. King Tobias’s Phantom wolf ability allowed him to heal land. I had heard the words. I had understood them in theory. Seeing it was different.This was why Emberfall mattered. This was why people wanted in. This was why Lucian and Darius envied him. Why merchants, exiles, half-blood clans, and desperate people came with lies and bribes. Why his brothers would hate a half-blood king who could pull green from a world that wanted ash. A strange ache opened in me. Pride, maybe. Fear too. Because if Tobias could heal land, what else could he do? And what would a man with

Nyra’s POVWe were led through another archway, then down a corridor lined with carved panels. Some showed dragons in flight over volcanic mountains. Others showed wolves running through forests that looked impossible in the Outlands. One panel made my steps slow. It showed a man with a dragon’s wings and a wolf standing at his side, one hand pressed to the ground. Beneath his palm, green grew from black stone. Tobias. It had to be. My father carved into the walls of his own kingdom as healer, ruler, and something almost mythic.My stomach tightened. How did a daughter walk up to a myth and ask if he wanted her? Ronan felt the thought. Maybe not the exact shape, but enough. His hand left mine only to slide around my fingers again, firmer this time. He did not speak yet. He just held me. That helped more than any words.The waiting room they brought us to was not called a waiting room by anyone, but that was what it became the moment the guards left us inside. It was elegant and tense,

Nyra’s POVI walked toward Tobias. His eyes widened slightly, and for a second, the command in him cracked. He looked almost afraid. Not of me. For me. Of the moment. Of wanting too much from it. I stopped in front of him. He was taller than me. Larger. The kind of man whose shadow should have made me feel small. It did not. Maybe because he looked like he was the one trying not to shake now. I saw his hands curl once at his sides, as if he wanted to reach but did not know whether he had the right.That was what finished the last of my fear. He was not taking. He was waiting. So I gave him the answer my heart had reached before my mind could ruin it. I hugged him. For one breath, he went completely still. Then Tobias Viremont broke. His arms came around me with a sound that left his chest harsh and low. He pulled me in like he had been starving for that one movement for twenty-one years. One hand spread over the back of my head. The other wrapped around my back, careful and fierce at

Nyra’s POVThe door closed behind him. The room felt different after. Lighter in one place. Heavier in another. Tobias turned back to me. The shift was immediate. The king who had ordered rooms and care vanished behind the father who had not stopped looking at me as if he feared someone would remember he was happy and punish him for it.He came to me and took my hand. Just that. His fingers closed around mine, warm and firm, and my chest tightened so quickly I nearly forgot to breathe. He did not grip hard. He did not pull. He simply held my hand like he needed proof I was still there. Like he did not want me out of his sight. I looked down at our joined hands. His hand was bigger than mine. Stronger. Scarred in places, though not like Victor’s scars. These were king’s scars. Battle scars. Old fire. Old claws. Old blades, maybe. A life lived before crowns became symbols. And his fingers held mine with such careful certainty that something weak and hidden inside me began to shake.I ha