All Chapters of I Married My Mate's Enemy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

 Lana’s POV The climb back toward the outer halls was slow, not because the steps were steep but because the weight of the message from the resonance chamber stayed heavy in my chest. The citadel corridors were dim, lit only by flickering wall braziers that seemed far too weak to chase away the shadow of what we’d heard. Kael walked slightly ahead, but his posture was tight, shoulders drawn, hand never leaving the handle of the short blade at his side. “You’re quiet,” I said finally. “So are you.” “I’m thinking.” “Same.” He stopped at an intersection. “Kamari… that voice—” “—wasn’t human in the ordinary sense,” I finished. “But it was once. A real person left it.”&nb

 Lana’s POV When the chamber returned to me, it did so gradually, as though reality itself hesitated to reclaim its place. The first thing I became aware of was the pressure in my chest, a heavy, lingering sensation that made breathing feel intentional rather than instinctive. The second was the low hum of the vault, no longer aggressive or probing, but subdued, almost contemplative, like something that had said what it needed to say and was now waiting to see what would be done with it. Kael’s hands were on my shoulders. “Kamari,” he said quietly, not shaking me, just anchoring me. “Stay with me.” I blinked, my vision swimming as the lattice of light above us dimmed to a faint, dormant glow. The fragments that had once swirled violently through the chamber were gone now, folded back into the structure as if they had never escaped.

 Lana’s pov  The citadel did not greet us gently. As soon as we crossed fully into the upper halls, the air changed—not in temperature or texture, but in awareness. Sound carried more clearly here, voices echoing through stone corridors that had never learned how to forget anything said within them, and I became acutely conscious of how visible we were, how exposed it felt to be walking upright again with the weight of the vault still lodged behind my eyes. Kael noticed it too. “You feel that?” he asked quietly, keeping his voice low even though there was no immediate threat in sight. “Yes,” I replied. “We’re back in a place where people listen.” “That’s what worries me.” We passed a pair of sentries stationed near the inner junction, both of whom straightened immediately at the sight of us. Their gazes lingered longer t

Lana’s POVThe council chamber had always been designed to feel neutral, which in itself was a kind of manipulation.Its circular walls rose in pale stone, unmarked by banners or sigils, as if authority here was meant to appear detached from history rather than shaped by it. Light filtered in from the high oculus above, diffused and cold, illuminating the central floor while leaving the outer ring in measured shadow. Nothing about the room invited comfort. Everything about it demanded composure.As we entered, conversation ebbed—not abruptly, but carefully, like water being redirected rather than dammed. Heads turned. Some faces were openly assessing. Others made a show of indifference that rang hollow the longer it lingered.I felt Kael’s presence at my side, steady and unobtrusive, close enough that I didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching everything. Mara and Warren took their places a few steps back, neither of them retreating fully into the background. That, too, was

 Lana’s POV The citadel did not fracture the way people feared it would. Instead, it adjusted. That was the most dangerous thing of all. I realized it as I crossed the southern bridge just after dusk, watching how guards shifted not to block movement, but to observe it. No open hostility. No sudden decrees. Just watchfulness refined into policy. The council had chosen containment over confrontation, and in doing so, had revealed how long they’d been practicing the art. Kael walked a half step behind me, his presence neither protective nor distant. It struck a careful balance that told anyone watching that I was not isolated, but neither was I hiding behind him. “Too quiet,” he said. “Yes,” I replied. “They’re learning.” “That’s not reassuri