Chapter 143: Fire & Heir

Elira

Moonlight spilled softly across the rogue keep’s thick furs like peaceful silver paint. The hearth crackled low, its warm glow flickering gently over the rough-hewn walls built by hands that finally belonged completely to me.

I lay peacefully curled beneath the soft pelts, tracing the pale, faint scars that lined my skin. Once, they were reminders of chains, each mark a painful memory of cages and bitter betrayal. Tonight, they were simply stories—proof that I ...