All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

BRIDIE POV "We have no convergence children of our own, as far as anyone in our territory can tell. We came anyway, because I'd rather my people understand this before we need it than scramble to learn once fear's already arrived first."The delegation's leader, a composed young woman named Perrin, delivered the explanation with a directness I found immediately refreshing after months of frightened letters and desperate journeys.She sat opposite me in the Weaving House's airy sunroom, her posture relaxed but attentive, clad in simple travelling tunics of dyed indigo linen that spoke of the far western lake country. Behind her, through the open terrace doors, the late-spring gardens were lush with blooming honeysuckle and wild clover, the midday air humming with bees and the faint, rhythmic laughter of children playing by the orchard wall."That's the first time anyone's come to us before a crisis rather than during one," I said, genuinely startled, resting my hands lightly against m

BRIDIE POV "You're further along than I initially estimated. I'd like you resting properly from here forward, Bridie. No more travel, no more long council sessions standing on your feet for hours."The healer delivered the instruction firmly, and I found myself, for once, entirely willing to comply.The dispensary smelled comfortingly of dried chamomile, crushed mint, and sweet almond oil, with bundles of rowan and lavender hanging from the cedar rafters to dry. Outside the sun-drenched window, the high summer heat buzzed across the Weaving House gardens, but in here the thick stone walls kept the air cool and dim. I sat on the low examination couch, my hands cupping the heavy, solid arch of my belly where the child kicked with sudden, vigorous insistence against my ribs."How much longer," I asked."A matter of weeks now, not months," the healer said, wiping her hands on a clean linen cloth and giving me a pointed look over her spectacles. "Given everything your body's carried these

BRIDIE POV "What will you name her."Elira asked it softly, having been allowed in once the healer finished her final checks, the whole extended family crowded warmly at the doorway beyond.The room was quiet now, save for the soft crackle of birch in the hearth and the gentle, rhythmic snuffle of the tiny bundle tucked against my chest. The dawn had turned the sky from bruised twilight into liquid gold, spilling through the mullioned windows and dusting the linen sheets in a rich, amber warmth. Cormac sat on the edge of the mattress beside me, his arm wrapped broad and solid around my shoulders, his dark eyes never straying far from our daughter's sleeping face.Cormac and I exchanged a long, unhurried look, the same look we'd shared at the Hollow Court, at Fenmoor, at every impossible choice this last two years had asked of us. There was no need for words between us; the answer had lived in the quiet corners of our hearts since the night we first realized what we were building toge

BRIDIE POV "I want to be direct about my concern, because I think the Order deserves directness more than careful diplomatic phrasing. You have formal recognition in twelve territories, trained representatives in five, and direct influence over how an entire generation of convergence children are raised and understood. That is not a small thing to leave unaccountable."Griogair delivered his formal statement to the full council with the same blunt honesty he'd carried since the original Continental Accord's earliest, most contentious sessions.The high stone chamber of the central council hall felt larger and colder than it had in months. The tall banners of the twelve allied territories hung straight and still along the pillars, catching the pale afternoon light filtering through the high clerestory windows. Every seat along the curving tiers was filled—clan chieftains, village elders, treaty scribes, and border marshals—their murmurs dropping into an expectant, heavy hush as Grioga

BRIDIE POV "The charter passes. Unanimous, which I confess I did not expect given how contentious the original challenge sounded."Elira announced the vote's result to the full assembled council, and I felt something loosen in my chest that I hadn't fully realised I'd been carrying since Callum's first urgent report.The great hall exhaled with a collective rustle of wool, cloaks, and parchment. The tension that had held the chamber rigid for three days seemed to dissolve into the high stone rafters, replaced by the easy hum of conversation and the scrape of heavy oak chairs being pushed back. Through the tall archways, the late-afternoon sun cast long, amber bars of light across the flagstones, illuminating the wet, gleaming seals pressed into the bottom of the calfskin charter.Griogair approached us afterward, something far warmer than his usual careful scepticism settling into his weathered features. He extended a broad, scarred hand, clasping Cormac's forearm before turning his