In His Ruins
Every movement was economic, lethal, and entirely devoid of hesitation.
Nora sat by the hearth, her fingers steady as she packed a small leather medical pouch with antiseptic tinctures, heavy-duty stitching thread, and compressed herbal bandages. Despite the brewing conflict outside their doors, the gold aura of her northern bloodline hummed quietly beneath her skin, steady and luminous, anchoring her with an unshakeable, royal authority.