The chamber did not feel like stone anymore.It felt like something breathing beneath it—slow, patient, aware.Aria stood at the center of it with her hand pressed against her stomach, not because she meant to, but because her body kept forgetting how to belong to itself. Every pulse beneath her palm answered the same way it had been answering for days now—like something inside her was listening.Waiting.King stood a few steps behind her.Not touching.That alone said more than anything he could have spoken.His presence used to feel like gravity—certain, grounding, impossible to escape. Now it felt like a storm held back by will alone. Controlled. But barely.“You’re shaking again,” he said quietly.Aria didn’t turn.“If I am,” she replied, voice tight, “it’s because everything we were told is starting to feel like a lie.”A long silence followed.Not empty—loaded.Behind them, the entrance to the hidden chamber remained cracked open, light spilling in like a wound that refused to c
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