Aurora's POV
Three days into my mother's crisis, I caught Kane arranging yet another consultation with medical specialists. This time he was bringing in experts from allied territories—resources that should have required formal approval through multiple channels.
The scope of his efforts was extraordinary. I'd overheard him on three separate calls that morning, speaking with healers I'd only heard mentioned in whispers. Names that commanded respect across all territories.
"You arranged all of this," I said, cornering him in the medical facility's consultation room. The space was cramped, forcing us closer together than he'd allowed in days. "Don't hide behind bureaucratic explanations."
Kane stood with his hands clasped behind his back, military posture intact despite the obvious tensi
