Third Person POV Blade stormed into the dining hall with haste, his broad shoulders tense, gray eyes scanning the room like a predator on the hunt. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the long wooden table. Servants moved quietly, setting out fresh bread, fruits, and hot porridge. The air smelled of warm food and pine from the fireplace.The moment his eyes landed on Calla, everything slowed.She was sitting at the far end of the table, looking very beautiful, her long curly brown hair loose and slightly messy from sleep. She looked up, light blue eyes meeting him, and for a heartbeat the world narrowed to just her.Blade’s steps slowed. The urgency in his chest shifted into something deeper, heavier. He crossed the room in seconds, ignoring the startled glances from the servants. Without a word, he reached her, bent down, and scooped her into his arms like she weighed nothing.Calla gasped, hands instinctively gripping his shoulders. “
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