Lila
The air in Silver Glen still smelled of smoke more mornings, but this morning, it carried something sweeter. Rosemary and sun-warmed earth. The scent of life returning.
I stood in the courtyard near where my old cottage stood. Sunlight spilled through the canopy of trees, dappling the rebuilt homes and the faces of healers from all over the realm gathered before me.
They stood in a circle, hands clasped, a thin silver and gold thread of power weaving around each wrist, a symbol of connection. A thread that reminds us that community is what keeps power steady, and in check.
Damon lingered at the edge of the crowd, dressed simply. The way his gaze found mine was a wordless promise that this was my space to lead.
I lifted the silver bowl in my hands. Moonwater shimmered inside, cle
