Kaelen’s POV……

The world had narrowed to a single room.

No war cries.

No chanting.

No fire or blood or magic.

Just stone walls, healer’s lamps, and Aria lying still.

The healers have moved her while Varric and my shadows cleaned up after the war, planning the burials for the warriors who died.

She looked unreal on the table — too pale, too quiet. Her white hair was braided away from her face, her lashes resting softly against her cheeks as though she were sleeping. If ...