The grand coronation of the unified realms was underway, and the whole of the Obsidian Ridge Citadel was bathed in a golden, festive light. The lower courtyards and great banquet halls were lively for three days, a swirl of colorful banners of reconciled packs, the murmur of foreign delegates, the sweet, melodic chime of celebration music echoing off the restored stone walls.But in the seclusion of the royal suite, surrounded by layers of wards and guards, the tension of quiet watchfulness that had not yet died was in the air.Caelum stood by the wide balcony doors, his broad shoulders bare beneath the afternoon sun, his gold-and-silver eyes fixed intently on the distant northern horizon. Though the skies above the capital were clear and bright, a faint, unnatural shimmer—like heat lightning trapped behind glass—still pulsed along the upper edge of the atmosphere.Behind him, soft footsteps padded across the Persian rug. Lyra stepped quietly forward, her emerald-silk dress trailing o
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