The next day, the sun broke over the mountains where the Harlow mansion stood. No storm. No curse. Just light. The wind gushed through the open bedroom window. We were sleeping—free at last—liberated and in each other's arms, with no fear of losing one another. And for the first time, the atmosphere didn’t feel eerie or dark. It felt like a fairytale awakening, with my Blade by my side. We had finally found peace after ages, and now, this felt like a new beginning.

As I stood on the ...