{Ragna’s POV}The Blood Mother’s claws hovered a breath away from the King’s chest.For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.Then I released her wrist.The sudden absence of resistance made her arm twitch instinctively, but instead of finishing the strike, she stopped. A low growl vibrated deep inside her chest as she stared at me, her monstrous frame tense, and every muscle coiled beneath scarred flesh as though trying to understand what had just happened.I didn’t return the stare.She wasn’t the reason I’d walked all the way back here.My attention settled on the man still sprawled beneath her.His eyes met mine, wide with confusion and something far less familiar on his face.Fear.Without ceremony, I caught the front of his blood-soaked royal vest and hauled him upright in a single motion. He stumbled toward me, still trying to recover his balance, while I held him there as though he weighed nothing.For a brief moment, I simply looked at him.This was the first time we’d ever stood
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