Chapter 130 When Fate Divides
- Two years later
- The palace feels lighter these days—alive with the kind of sweet chaos only children can bring. Lior’s laughter echoes through the marble halls like sunlight turned to sound—bright, wild, and impossible to contain. At two years old, he’s a curious little wolf, always running, climbing, and grabbing anything his chubby hands can reach.
- And wherever there’s Lior, there’s Amara.