Bound to the Enemy’s Bed
Elaria lifted her chin, her voice slicing into the tension before it could collapse.
“You call it shadow,” she said, her tone clear, sharp, meant to be heard by every corner of the chamber. “But what is shadow if not the proof of light? What you saw was no corruption. It was the bond the moon itself sanctioned. The bond that turned trial into victory, even when death itself pressed close.”
Her words struck, and a few councilors stilled, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. But Rhovan stepped into the pause, his timing perfect.
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