In the quiet intimacy of their private solar high above the harbor, the reality of Caelan's newfound vulnerability weighed heavily upon the sovereigns. Outside the arched windows, the capital slept peacefully under the autumn stars, unaware that the physical life of their mortal King was the singular keystone preventing a catastrophic geological rupture. Mira stood by the balcony railing, her dark hair catching the cool sea breeze, her amber eyes…
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