{"A daughter's request holds more than words—it carries trust, love, and the belief that you'll understand."}
The halls of the Bloodstone Citadel buzzed with quiet activity, but as Dante and I stepped through the grand doors of the Coven's official wing, a hush followed us. Not of tension but reverence. The kind that lingers when change has finally settled in and the old guard walks in with new peace in their hearts.
The guards bowed as we passed. Dante walked beside me, his presence calm, grounding. The new dawn still clung to his hair in golden streaks, and I caught myself smiling quietly, letting that warmth steady my steps.
