BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING
His eyes softened when they found Luna.
“She looks like you,” he murmured to the sea breeze. “But she’s not afraid.”
He bent, accepting the small flower she offered him. “Don’t be sad,” she said.
“I won’t,” Gabriel promised, tucking the bloom into his pocket. “Not if you remember the world doesn’t have to burn.”
Behind him, the horizon shimmered with gold.
For the first time in decades, peace didn’t feel like surrender, it felt like inheritance.
Gabriel turned toward the sea one last time, as if he could still see them there Bianca and Matteo hand in hand, watching the waves as they once did.
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