"Even after the gods fell silent, two hearts kept speaking the Law that no kingdom could command, and no darkness could unmake."
Hours bled together into a soft, hazy expanse. I had not moved, and I lay on the massive Royal bed, serving as the static, unwavering Anchor for the greatest power the Northern Kingdom had ever known. Elias slept deeply in my arms, his body heavy and warm, pressed against my front. My powerful Vayne Law was a continuous, gentle pulse, flowing out from my chest and palms, enveloping his massive, exhausted form. His Crownspice Law, usually a vibrant, intoxicating storm of life, was muted, quiet, soaking up my stabilizing energy like parched earth drinks rain.
