MIRAEL'S POV
All I could do was watch as he carried her in his arms like she was something fragile, something precious.
Every movement Kierygan made radiated protectiveness—concern etched into every line of him, fury simmering just beneath the surface because Eirlys was hurt. And something else I couldn’t name, but felt deep in my bones.
In all the years I’d known him, strength was everything to him. He demanded it, revered it. Weakness wasn’t just unwelcome—it was repulsive to him. He was ruthless, fierce, unflinching.
But now, he was being tender.
And he was showing it to her.
That wisp of a girl, who had no right surviving the tower—let alone wriggling her way into his fiercely guarded orbit.
I stood frozen at the edge of the courtyard, unable to look away. The sight of her in hi
