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Two days felt like no time at all once Wren understood how much needed to happen inside them, and the palace itself seemed to sense the compression, every corridor busier than it had been since her arrival, servants moving at a half run between the kitchens and the great hall, tailors and stewards converging on both the coronation preparations and the binding ceremony at once, as though the building itself had decided to hold its breath until both were finished.Wren spent the first of those two days in meetings she barely followed, court protocol drilled into her by Old Miren with a new urgency that suggested even the woman's practiced disdain had given way to genuine concern about what might go wrong if the pact bride embarrassed herself in front of a coronation crowd. She endured it because Alaric had asked her to, quietly, the morning after Halvard's warning, telling her that whatever else happened in the next two days, they needed the ceremony itself to look unassailable, a publi

The Red Moon rose two nights after the coronation, and Wren spent the day leading up to it in a state she did not have good words for, not quite fear, not quite anticipation, something tangled between the two that left her unable to eat more than a few bites at the midday meal Seraphine brought to her rooms."It won't hurt the way the stories claim," Seraphine said, watching Wren push food around her plate without much interest in eating it. "I've overseen three of these ceremonies in my time at this court, different generations, different bindings. The wound itself is minor. What people fear isn't the blade. It's what comes after.""What does come after?"Seraphine considered the question with more care than Wren expected. "That depends on the two people involved, more than anything else. The binding opens something, a channel, for lack of a better word, between the pair. What flows through it isn't fixed. For some bindings, historically, it settled into something like a quiet awaren

"We can't let him take Kell out of the city," Wren said, the moment the door closed behind the trembling steward, who had been led to a guarded room down the corridor to wait while they decided what came next. "Once he's beyond these walls, beyond anyone who might protect him, Malachi has no reason left to keep him alive at all.""I agree," Alaric said, "which leaves the question of how we stop it without handing my uncle exactly the narrative he's been building since the coronation hall. If I forbid him to take his own reassigned steward to his own estate, I look like a king abusing his new authority to interfere with a man who's just publicly, graciously, stepped back from power."Seraphine, who had remained silent through most of the exchange, spoke now with the particular carefulness of someone who had already turned the problem over from several angles. "There is a path that avoids that appearance entirely. Kell is, formally, still in service to House Voss, regardless of which ho

The pack lands looked smaller than Wren remembered, or perhaps she had simply grown accustomed to Nocthaven's scale in the weeks since she had last stood among these familiar trees, and the sight of her father waiting at the edge of the training yard, flanked by Petra and a handful of elders whose faces had aged years in the span of a month, hit her harder than she expected.Callum Blackthorn crossed the distance between them at a pace that was not quite running, though it came close, and pulled Wren into an embrace that smelled exactly the way home always had, woodsmoke and pine and something underneath it now that she recognized, with a pang, as grief that had not yet finished settling."You came," he said, low enough that only she could hear it. "I told you not to feel you needed to, and you came anyway.""You needed me," Wren said simply. "That was never really a question."Her father's eyes moved past her then, to where Alaric had dismounted and stood a respectful distance back,

Wren found Alaric alone near the edge of the training yard the next morning, watching the pack begin its day with an attentiveness that told her he was still working to understand this world she had grown up in, the rhythms of it so different from the palace he had known his entire life."You should be resting," she said, coming to stand beside him. "We rode hard to get here, and yesterday wasn't exactly a light day, between the border site and the council fire.""I couldn't sleep." He glanced at her, something wry and tired in his expression. "The bond doesn't help. I can feel your grief even when you're not in the same room, and it's difficult to rest through that, even when I understand it isn't mine to fix."Wren felt a flicker of guilt at that, though he shook his head before she could voice it. "Don't. I'm not saying it to make you feel responsible for managing what you're carrying. I'm saying it because I want you to understand that I'm not simply an observer to your grief anym