Chapter 156 The Final Transmission

• MILLIE’S POV
• The morning after the coronation brought a strange, heavy stillness to the packhouse. The air inside the sprawling stone fortress was crisp, filled with the scent of burning pine from the hearth and the distant, soothing sounds of the territory waking up.
• By all accounts, I should have been completely at peace. The bond with Braham was an absolute, humming presence in the back of my mind, and the crown was officially mine.