《I Married My Mate's Enemy 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Lana’s POVNight had fallen gently over the ridge.The camp slept beneath the open sky, the fires burning low to embers. The stars were sharp and cold, scattered across the darkness like fragments of forgotten light. The river whispered below the cliff, steady and constant, the only sound that did not fade.I could not sleep.The quiet had become too heavy. It pressed against my thoughts until they began to stir, restless as wind through leaves. I left my tent and walked beyond the firelight, past the last sentry post where the torches flickered in the wind.The air was cool and damp. My breath came out in small white clouds. Every sound felt amplified, every shadow alive. Yet there was no fear left in me, only the strange stillness of someone learning how to exist again.I reached the edge of the ridge and sat on a flat rock overlooking the valley. The moon hung low and wide, its reflection caught in the water far below. The scars of battle were still visible even in the dark, the ch

Lana’s POVThe morning broke clear and cold, the kind of morning that smelled of stone and river water. Mist still clung to the valley, soft and pale, rising like breath from the earth. The air carried a sense of stillness, but beneath it, something new was stirring.The first council of Red Moon was set to begin.I walked to the tower as the sun lifted above the ridge. The walls had been cleaned, the broken beams replaced. A long table made from salvaged wood stood at the center, rough but sturdy. Around it were a handful of chairs and a single empty seat carved from darker oak. Warren’s.When I entered, a few of the others were already there. Grayson sat near the far end, his arm still bandaged but his eyes bright with purpose. Beside him was Mara, the healer, her sleeves rolled up and her hands still marked with the stains of herbs. Two more from the outer posts had arrived just before dawn, their faces windburned but hopeful.“Morning,” I said.Grayson looked up and smiled faintly

Lana’s POVThe light crept through the tall windows of the Accord Hall, pale and cold, spilling across the polished stone floor. The banners of each territory hung heavy in the still air, their colors muted in the morning haze. Beneath them, the great table waited — a ring of oak and iron carved with the sigils of old alliances.I stood near the far end, watching the hall fill. Delegates moved like ripples across still water, voices low and deliberate. Every word mattered here. Every gesture carried history.Warren entered a few moments later, his expression calm but unreadable. He wore no armor, only the deep red cloak of Red Moon, its edges embroidered with new thread. It looked almost ceremonial, though it was still frayed from travel.When his gaze found mine, something in his eyes softened. The smallest acknowledgment, shared in silence, before he turned to greet the others.The envoy from the High Council, Lord Theron, raised his hand for quiet. “The accords of midsummer convene,

Lana’s POVThe bells of the Accord Hall rang slow and deliberate, summoning the delegates back to their seats.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Warren standing beneath the moonlight, his voice low, his words still echoing through me. The rain had fallen long into the night, soft and endless, as if the sky itself needed to wash away everything that had been left unsaid.When I entered the hall, he was already there.He stood near the head of the table, speaking quietly with Lord Theron. His cloak was gone, replaced by a plain dark tunic, the mark of Red Moon stitched small over his chest. There was nothing ceremonial about it, yet he looked every bit the leader.For a moment, I simply watched him. The light from the tall windows touched his hair, the line of his jaw, the stillness that never quite left his shoulders. It struck me then how much quieter he had become since peace began. Not softer — quieter, as if silence had become his armor.He turned just as I sta

Lana’s POVThe rain had not stopped.It fell steady and fine over the city, turning the streets to mirrors. The lamps along the river burned through the mist, their reflections bending with the water. From my window, I could hear the low hum of thunder somewhere beyond the hills.The hall had emptied hours ago, but the tension of the day had not faded. The whispers, the half-glances, the pointed questions — all of them clung like a shadow that refused to lift.I tried to read through the council notes again, but the words blurred together. Every sentence sounded like another accusation, every blank space like something left unsaid.When the knock came at the door, it startled me.“Come in,” I said.Warren stepped inside, rain still glistening on his shoulders. He had removed his cloak, but the rest of him looked unchanged — the calm, the quiet strength, the weight that never seemed to leave him.“I thought you might still be awake,” he said.“I could not sleep.”“Neither could I.”He