In the aftermath of the duel, Elira's reputation transforms overnight—from "dumb princess" to a diplomatic and magical force. The commoners adore her. The nobles fear her. The royal court doesn't know what to do with her.
The King offers her a seat on the High Council. She accepts—but insists on returning to the North after the spring festival.
Kael remains close, ever her shadow, but quieter now. He watches her during meetings, protects her from afar, and offers quiet strength. She begins to rely on it more than she admits.
During a private moment, she asks, "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't met?"
Kael looks at her, his voice low. "I would still be a blade with no purpose. You gave me one."
They don't kiss. But they don't need to.
The fire between them has never been louder in its silence.