The Price Of Fate
For that one moment, there was no army waiting outside, no broken barrier, no wraith-touched land, no Lucian reaching greedy hands towards places that still breathed.
There was only my mother laughing, my father looking unbearably pleased with himself, and me standing between them with warmth spilling through my chest. It was ridiculous. It was needed. Maybe fear alone could carry someone into battle, but it could not make them human afterwards. Maybe that was why laughter mattered. Not because it erased danger. Nothing could erase what waited for us.