Chapter 107
Dane
The library was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the towering shelves of books. A quiet, comfortable silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint crackle of the fireplace and the clinking of goblets against wood as we sat around the heavy oak table, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
The scent of aged parchment, burning wood, and the sharp tang of wine lingered around us. The weight of everything that had transpired over the past few weeks pressed upon our shoulders, but tonight—tonight was different. Tonight, we indulged in our victory.
Lifting my goblet, I smirked, the cool metal pressing against my lips before I spoke.
“To my brothers,” I said, voice laced with satisfaction. “To our patience, our endurance, and to the lesson
