Chapter 93: The Healer's Forbidden Pages
The royal chamber was quiet in the deep hours of the night, the only light coming from a cluster of candles and the soft silver glow of the moon through the tall arched windows. Seren sat cross-legged on the thick rug before the low table, the healer's ancient texts spread open around her like scattered secrets. The leather bindings were worn, the pages brittle with age, but the ink still held its power. She had been reading for hours, long after the palace had fallen into sleep.
Her golden-flecked eyes moved slowly across the faded script, absorbing every word with a mixture of awe and unease.
The bond with her mates was a gentle, constant presence, but she had asked for this time alone.
