Chapter 133 The Way He Still Worships Her

• The moon hung heavy over the towers of their rebuilt kingdom, its pale glow spilling across every stone that bore their names—hers, the Queen of Flame and Fury, and his, the blade beside the fire.
• Auren and Riven had finally fallen asleep after a long, chaotic dinner that involved stolen sweetbread, a minor explosion from Riven’s unintentional spark-magic, and Auren swearing he could already best his father with a sword.
• Sera had fought sleep the hardest, her dark hair tangled around Mikko’s wrist as he tucked her in, her small fingers gripping his shirt like a vow.