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Asher’s POV“You’re still standing?”Lyra’s mouth fell open as I dragged my bucket into the doorway of the Great Iron Hearths.My shirt was soaked through with sweat. My hands hurt from all the stupid scrubbing. Around the room, other servants looked up from their work. Word had already moved through the black stone corridors that Malakor had given me two hard jobs in one day — the Eastern Armor Hall and the high-heat hearths before the evening bell.“Malakor gave me until the evening horn,” I said. I set the wire brush against the hearth stone. “I have another hall to finish.”I picked up the iron scraper, dropped to my knees in front of the glowing furnaces, and started working. The heat hit my face in waves. Sweat ran into my eyes and down the back of my neck. Whispers started behind me almost right away. Servants leaned toward each other and glanced at my back while the brush scraped against the metal. They couldn’t understand how a wolfless Omega who looked like he’d never done

Asher’s POVI didn’t get time to pull free or shut the false drawer.CRACK.The open palm hit the side of my face hard enough to snap my head sideways. Fuck! A sharp, deafening ring filled my left ear and stayed there. I stumbled into the desk, the mahogany edge digging hard into my hip. Fresh blood filled my mouth, warm and metallic over my tongue. I swallowed hard so I wouldn't choke on my own copper-tasted spit.I didn’t scream. I didn’t drop.I caught the edge of the desk with both hands and held on. I forced my chest to rise and fall, counting each breath until the room stopped spinning.One. Two. Three. The whole left side of my face pulsed with heat. When my vision finally cleared, Prince Kaelen was standing over me.His eyes flicked toward the open false drawer. It lasted only a second, but I caught it. His anger wasn’t just about what I’d touched. He knew exactly what I’d found.Oh no… fuck no… I’m done. This bastard is actually going to kill me right here on the carpet.T

Asher’s POVTheir damn eyes couldn't leave me as I walked into the inner kitchen hall.Every single house slave stopped what they were doing. Hands holding wooden spoons froze mid-stir. Their eyes widened, moving over the high collared crimson silk and the silver trim cut along my shoulders. Whispers rippled across the room."What in the moon goddess are you wearing, Ash?" Lyra appeared at my side, her hands instantly reaching out to run her fingers over the smooth fabric of my sleeve. "What's with the colors?"She gasped, her eyes scanning my chest up to my jaw. "And gosh... you look fine. Almost royal."I scoffed, grabbed her wrists, and dragged her into a dark corner behind the wine casks before the guards took notice."I don't know why," I muttered, keeping my voice low so only she could hear, "but Prince Kaelen wants me in these damn clothes.""Kaelen?" Her voice dropped to a terrified squeak. "Ash... that's his personal household livery. Only his direct servants wear crimson. Yo

Asher’s POVMy boots hit the cold flagstones of the corridor, the oak door snapping shut behind me.I didn't stop right away. I kept my chin up and my spine straight, taking long, steady strides down the dim hallway away from Vaelin’s war room. My jaw still ached where his damn fingers had dug into my skin, but I kept my face blank for the two guards stationed outside. They watched me pass but I didn't give them a glance.The second I turned the corner and stepped into the quiet shadow of a stone archway, my knees buckled.I slammed my back against the damp stone wall and slid down a few inches, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. My hands were shaking. Actually shaking. I stared at my trembling fingers in the dark, hating myself for it, hating every weak bone in my body.Fuck this… fuck all of this.My breathing came fast and ragged. The deadpan mask I’d worn for weeks was cracking, piece by piece, and I couldn't stop it. Vaelin was nothing like Kaelen. Kaelen was blinded

Asher’s POVI was definitely not going to his damn room.I stood in that dark stone passage for maybe five seconds after Kaelen left, watching his long black cloak disappear around the bend. My skin was still prickling from his breath. But the second the hallway went quiet, my brain clicked back on.Fuck waiting in his chambers like a good little trophy. If I stayed put, I was just waiting to be trapped. Besides, if the Citadel was going crazy over something happening at the stables, then I wanted to see it. I needed to know every single thing happening in this fortress. Every distraction was an opportunity that I could use.I stepped out of the shadow, keeping my boots quiet against the flagstones as I trailed the shouting guards.I stayed about twenty paces behind them, blending into the dark edges of the corridor. Torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls as more guards ran past, swords half-drawn, shouting over each other about broken chains and panicked beasts. I kept my