Todos os capítulos de THE FATED HEARTBOUND: Played by Fate, Matched by Grace.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

The car turned through the main gates just after noon.Gravel under the tires. Same crunch. Long curve up the drive. The estate looked the same from outside. Tall stone. Dark windows. Old oak by the east wing. Everything is still in its place.Anderson parked near the front steps. Got out first. Came around like he meant to open my door. I got out on my own. The blanket is still around my shoulders. Held onto it. The air smelled like cut grass and kitchen smoke and the faint wet of the fountain out front.Two servants stood by the entrance. Young ones. Faces I didn’t know. They looked at me. Then at Anderson. Then back at me. Waiting for someone to say who I was.“Guest suite on the second floor,” Anderson said. “Make sure it’s ready.”One nodded and went inside. The other stared a second longer before following.No one said my name.We walked in. The front hall smelled of polish and fresh flowers and something sweet baking. Boxes stacked along one wall. White clothes over tables. Peo

Morning light came through the guest room window.I got up early. My body was still sore. Bruises under the sleeves ached when I moved. I washed my face with cold water from the basin. The water smelled clean. Almost sharp. Put on the plain clothes someone left folded on the chair. Loose shirt. Dark pants. Nothing that stood out.The house was already awake. Footsteps in the halls. Voices from the kitchen. Smell of coffee and toast and something frying. I stood by the window for a minute and listened. The wolf stayed quiet. Same empty space. No push. No comment on the familiar smells.I knew Mrs. Elizabeth’s routine by heart. Medication at eight. Light breakfast after. Check her temperature if she looks pale. Make sure she drank enough water. Sit with her if the joint pain is bad. I had done it for years before the prison. Better than anyone. That used to be my place in the mornings.I walked toward her rooms on the first floor. The carpet is soft under my feet. Same as yesterday. The

They put me back in the guest suite.Someone wrapped a clean blanket around me. Don't remember who. Stairs. A hand under my elbow that dropped the second I flinched. The hallway light was too bright.Sat on the edge of the bed, hands pressed between my knees. Shaking stopped only because I held them still.One of Lindsay's men inside the door. Dark coat. Hands folded. Didn't look at me. Stared at the wall like that was the whole job.Nobody from the house was in the room. I noticed that. The same way you notice a door left open.The doctor came ten minutes later.Fifties. Gray in her hair. Leather bag dumped on the chair without asking. No uniform. Plain gray jacket. Moved slowly so the room felt less full."I'm Dr. Hale. The King asked me to look at you. You can say no to any of it."Said nothing."I'll tell you before I touch anything. All right?"Nodded once.Washed her hands at the basin. Water ran forever. I think she did it on purpose."Arms first?"Pushed the sleeves up. Left w