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Asher’s POV“Is something on your mind?” King Xorax asked again, still looking at me, reading the tight line of my jaw like he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me lie. Shadow magic stirred under his boots and sent a thin thread of mist across the floor. It brushed the hem of my trousers and crept up my skin until I wanted to step back and couldn’t.The dark aura pushed at me. It felt like a hand reaching into my chest, hunting for why my pulse was slamming so hard against my ribs after that whole false kill had played out behind my eyes and left me sitting here still, pale, with a dagger I hadn’t drawn.“He is simply overwhelmed, Father,” Kaelen said fast, hand tightening on my knee under the table. He leaned in and put himself between me and that crushing presence. “Asher has never stood before a High King. He is a wolfless boy from the low courts. The hall caught him off guard, that is all.”Xorax still didn’t look away from me. A faint smirk touched the corner of h

Asher’s POVThe doors of the royal wing clicked shut behind us and cut off the low roar of the Great Hall.The silence here was different. It didn’t smell like pine smoke or roasted boar or stale winter ale. It smelled like beeswax, cold white marble, and old silver polish. Tapestries of ancient Western battles hung from the soaring stone walls and muffled our footsteps as Kaelen pulled me through the private corridors. The sound of the feast dropped away with every turn until all I could hear was our boots on stone and the quiet clink of the Vanguards’ armor somewhere behind us.He didn’t let go of my hand. His fingers stayed intertwined with mine, thumb absently rubbing the back of my knuckles.“Here,” Kaelen said, stopping before a pair of polished dark walnut doors guarded by two armored Crimson Vanguards. The guards bowed their heads at once. Their eyes lingered on me for a second before dropping to the floor.Kaelen pushed the doors open and guided me inside.The suite was vast

Asher POVKaelen didn’t release my hand until the tall oak barrier of his private suite shut out the cold stone corridor.The brass latch clicked into place, and the sudden quiet of the room felt almost physical. Kaelen turned to me, his chest rising as a grin spread across his face. The dark tension from the council chamber seemed to melt right off him, replaced by a reckless energy."Did you see Vaelin’s face?" Kaelen said, his voice quiet but full of joy. He stepped closer, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "He looked like he had swallowed glass. You shattered months of his work in ten seconds, Asher. Right in front of my father."I kept my eyes soft. "I only said what I remembered, My Prince. I didn't mean to anger the Commander.""Let him be angry," Kaelen laughed softly, his hand sliding up from my chin to rest against the side of my neck, his thumb brushing over the skin just above my collar. "You proved your worth to the whole table. My father saw it. Vaelin saw

Asher’s POV“Look at me, Asher.” His low growl went straight through my bones.I wasn’t fast enough.His cold hand shot out and locked around my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw as he forced my head up. His eyes were inches from mine, bright enough for me to see the dark specks shifting in them even in the strange light.“Looking away is disrespectful,” Xorax whispered. Breath cool against my lips. “And you have tested my patience enough for one night.”Shadows coiled tighter around my limbs and pressed me flush against his hard frame. I could feel the heat off his skin against the freezing vault air. “You break into my private archives,” he murmured, gaze sweeping down me then locking back on my eyes. “You carry an assassin’s blade. You stand in my sanctuary and tremble. Little pet.”“I am no one’s pet,” I choked out, voice raspy against the press of his aura. “Not Kaelen’s. Not yours. Not anyone’s.”A dark smile touched the corner of his pale mouth. “We will see about that,” t

Vaelin’s POVThe ink on the map was dry. The disgrace still burned in my throat like lye.I stared at the parchment spread over the war table and traced the southern mountain passes with a thumb that wanted a blade in it. The quiet after a council always felt worse than the shouting. That damn rat made me look like a fucking fool today.My hand came down on the table hard enough that the oak cracked. Map weights jumped. A silver inkwell tipped and bled dark blue across the timber bridge routes, the exact routes that little wolfless thing had pointed out with his soft voice and wide eyes like he was scared of his own shadow.A lowborn slave who remembers his numbers. Bullshit.My jaw locked until it popped. No slave worked out mountain weight distribution like that. No dog from the Eastern gutters cross-checked spring thaw with iron haulage unless he’d spent years over the fucking ledgers. He’d stood behind Kaelen like furniture, playing the frail captive while quietly dismantling mo