Amid the mounting tension of the ongoing hunt for Marcus, Aurelia and Rowan found small pockets of ordinary peace — a rare, precious commodity given everything unfolding around them."Show me your sketchbook," Aurelia said, one evening, finding him alone in the training compound's quiet garden, a worn leather book resting unopened on his lap. "You promised, remember? Back before all of this started."Rowan hesitated, old vulnerability crossing his features, before finally handing the book over. Aurelia paged through carefully rendered landscapes — mountain ranges she didn't recognize, quiet forest clearings, a handful of rough portrait studies that included, she realized with a soft jolt, an unmistakable sketch of her own face, drawn with measured, tender attention to detail."When did you draw this?""The night after the summit attack," he admitted, color rising in his cheeks. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Drawing helped me process it, I think. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse
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