Christmas came to the North, cold and bright.I was enjoying a rare evening of peace, sitting by the fire with my father, when the doorbell rang. A moment later, a servant announced an unexpected guest.Damian Blackwood.He stood in the doorway, looking strangely out of place in our formal hall. Gone was the arrogant, careless boy I remembered. The man before me was quieter. More contained. He had grown into his frame, and his eyes held something I couldn't quite name."Alpha Prime," Damian said, nodding respectfully at my father. Then his gaze shifted to me. "Aurora."My father raised an eyebrow but said nothing."I… didn't have anywhere else to go tonight," Damian said. His voice was steady, but there was a stiffness to it. "May I join you for Christmas dinner?"It was hard to refuse someone on Christmas. My father, ever the diplomat, invited him in.Damian walked past me and sat down—deliberately, it seemed, in the seat next to mine. I thought about moving, but that would have been
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