Avery was breathtaking in a long, flowing gown of ivory silk, tailored with delicate platinum embroidery along the sleeves and neckline that caught the brilliant afternoon sun. At her throat, the liquid silver pendant of Aethelgard rested flush against her collarbone, its translucent crystal casting a soft, serene luminescence across her features. She carried no weapon and wore no heavy armor; her sovereign authority was absolute, grounded in her intellect, her grace, and her untamed lineage.Beside her, Jake stood as an imposing, monolithic pillar of strength in his formal High Alpha dark uniform. His broad shoulders were squared, his dark coat adorned with the crests of the unified sectors, and his golden eyes burned with an intense, untamed pride as his large hand remained firmly locked with Avery’s in front of the entire nation.Avery stepped up to the central glass podium, looking out over the sea of faces—Alphas, baselines, scholars, and former soldiers standing side by side in
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