His Rejected Mate's Secret
Delph stood behind her, silent but steady, his hand resting over his heart.
Afnan began to speak, her voice low and clear.
“We have lost more than names can hold,” she said. “But the Moon teaches that endings are not silence, they are songs waiting to be sung.”
She lifted her hands, and a hum rose from her throat, soft at first, then spreading through the crowd. It wasn’t magic exactly, but something older, grief reshaped into sound.
Others joined. Maelis. The healers. Then the warriors.
Soon, the courtyard filled with music.