Mary Ann
The restoration ceremony resumed three days later.
This time, Nightveil looked different.
Not quieter.
More watchful.
The rebuilt square was still full, but the excitement of the first ceremony had been replaced by something heavier. Guards stood at every entrance. The old tunnels beneath the throne hall had been sealed or monitored. Every ceremonial weapon had been checked twice. Every healer, servant, council worker, and visiting family member passed through verification before entering.
The security was heavy.
But it did not feel like occupation.
That mattered to me.
Nightveil guards remained most visible. Ironclaw, Mooncrest, and Frostfang warriors were present only in support positions. Modric had insisted on that even after Severin nearly succeeded in tearing everyt
