Todos los capítulos de Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

ELIRA POV"There's a man named Lachlan Frae. He was meant to lead our outreach to the western settlements months ago. Instead, he's been quietly recruiting the angriest, most desperate members of my own faction for something he calls 'the real work,' and refusing to answer to me directly for weeks now."Fenella delivered the confession with visible unease, seated across from Kian and me in Ashgrove's war room, her presence there now considerably more welcome than it had been during our first tense confrontation weeks earlier."You think he's the one coordinating the ambushes," Kian said."I think he's stopped listening to anyone who still believes grievance can be resolved through honest argument," Fenella said. "I built the Fractured Accord to give people like me a genuine voice. Lachlan's building something else entirely underneath it, using my own faction's legitimate anger as cover for methods I want no part of.""Where is he now," I asked."I don't know precisely," Fenella admitt

ELIRA POV"The Continental Accord, formally drafted, formally debated, and now, at long last, ready for formal signature by every territory represented in this gathering."My voice carried clearly across the ceremony grounds, considerably more crowded than even the great Unity Gathering had once managed, delegates from every reunified bloodline and every previously hesitant independent territory gathered together beneath a sky so clear it seemed, in its own quiet way, to be honouring the significance of the moment.Griogair Sinclair stepped forward first among the formerly hesitant delegates, his sharp features carrying something that looked, remarkably, like genuine pride rather than his earlier practised scepticism. "I came into this process determined to find every flaw in your family's vision," he said, addressing the gathered crowd. "I found several, and this document is considerably stronger for having faced that honest scrutiny. I sign today not because I've been persuaded thro

LYRA POV"You're the girl who did the impossible ceremony. The one they still talk about in the northern settlements, the convergence thing nobody had ever seen before."The young man said it with genuine, unguarded curiosity rather than the careful, cautious wariness most strangers still occasionally showed me, and I studied him properly for the first time since he'd approached during the Accord's continuing celebration."That's rather a dramatic way to describe my own birthday party," I said, though I found myself smiling despite my usual careful reserve around unfamiliar delegates."Ewan Dalgleish," he said, offering an easy, genuine smile. "My family represents one of the western coastal territories, the ones Griogair Sinclair brought properly into the drafting process. I confess, I asked considerably too many questions about you before finally working up the nerve to actually introduce myself.""That's rather forward," I said, though not unkindly."I've been told I lack proper pa

LYRA POV"My grandmother says I'll need to formally take over territorial duties within the next few years. Considerably sooner than I'd once expected, given my father's health has been declining."Ewan said it quietly, the two of us walking slowly through Ashgrove's gardens during the final days of his visit, something careful and slightly troubled beneath his usual easy warmth."I didn't realise," I said gently. "I'm sorry, Ewan. About your father.""He's stable, for now," Ewan said. "But my grandmother believes in preparing properly rather than waiting for crisis to force decisions nobody's ready for. She wants me settled into formal training within the year." He paused, careful uncertainty crossing his features. "I don't know exactly what that means for us, Lyra. My territory's considerable distance from Ashgrove, and formal leadership training doesn't leave much room for casual, gentle courtship."Something in the admission settled heavy and thoughtful in my chest, my own careful

LYRA POV"Two years of letters, careful visits whenever your training genuinely allowed it, and I don't believe either of us has once doubted whether this was genuinely worth the considerable patience it demanded."I said the words softly to Ewan as the late afternoon breeze stirred the blooming borders of Ashgrove’s garden. We stood side by side on the familiar flagstone path where we had first spoken of what the future might demand of us. We were both considerably more grown now—nineteen years old, our shoulders broader, our strides measured, and steady in a quiet, grounded way that my younger, more uncertain self might not have entirely recognized. The wild, defensive edges of my youth had been smoothed away by time, replaced by an easy, unshakeable confidence in the ground beneath my feet."I certainly haven't doubted it," Ewan answered, the warmth in his voice matching the easy, unforced smile curving his lips.His formal training among his people's southern border garrisons was