05/28/2026
https://eng.moboreader.com/qmE33/843981
Healing isnāt pretty. I shattered a vase, screamed Iām ruined. Sargis cleared the room, knelt in the shards, and said, āBe ruined with me. Weāll rebuild, filling cracks with gold.ā I sobbed, grafting my soul to his. Then a bloodied messenger burst in: northern borders fallen, enemy banner from my nightmares. The past is marching here, wanting me back. He gripped my hand, āWe face it together.ā But the banner had my familyās crest. And Iāve never told him who I really am.