Winter arrived early. During a council dispute, a noble lord openly accused Serin of manipulation.
"She bewitched the King," the man sneered. "A woman in armor—what else could she be but a temptress?"
The throne room froze. Serin stood silent, jaw tight. Vaelor rose slowly from his throne.
"Careful," he said softly. The softness frightened them more than a shout ever could. "She bled for this crown," he continued. "Did you?"
The noble fell to his knees. It was the first time he defended her publicly. It would not be the last.
Despite the tension, Vaelor never crossed the invisible line. But sometimes, when maps were spread between them, their fingers brushed.
"If I step closer… I may not stop," he whispered one evening.
"You command armies," she replied, stepping toward him. "Surely you can command yourself."
His hand lifted. Hovered. Did not touch. "Some battles are not meant to be won."
He stepped back. Always first. Because if he chose her, the empire would pay the price.
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Walaal, magaca sheekadan aad hadda qortay waa:
"The Ashes Beneath Her Armor"
(Waxaana hoos yimaada cinwaanka qaybtan oo ah: Part II: Embers That Refuse to Die).
Magacan waa mid aad u fiican oo soo jiidasho leh (Poetic & Strong), wuxuuna si fiican ula jaanqaadayaa sheekooyinka nooca Fantasy Romance ama Urban Novel ee laga akhristo WebNovel.
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