The morning after the Royal Hunt, Blackthorn Palace awakened beneath a blanket of silver mist. The forest surrounding the kingdom was unusually quiet, and even the birds seemed to be waiting for something.Deep within the palace gardens, Seraphina knelt beside a bed of moon lilies, carefully trimming away the withered blossoms. She had always found peace among growing things. Plants never lied—they simply flourished when loved and withered when neglected.Sometimes, she wished human hearts were just as simple.As she reached for another flower, a strange warmth spread across the mark hidden beneath her collarbone. She froze. Her hand instinctively covered the place where Killian had marked her years ago.The faded mate mark was glowing. It lasted only for a heartbeat, and then it disappeared."What was that?" she whispered to herself.Across the palace grounds, Killian was training with Commander Roland. Steel clashed against steel again, again, and again.Roland lunged. Killian block
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