Chapter 57

Alera’s POV
The moment we crossed into Ironclaw territory, a flood of memories threatened to drown me. The lands looked the same—grandiose and wild, with thick, imposing trees standing tall like guardians. Yet, everything felt different now. Maybe it was me who had changed.
Wedding banners fluttered in the breeze, and the entire estate buzzed with excitement. Servants hurried about, nobles in shimmering attire filtered through the gates, and the unmistakable scent of flowers, wine, and anticipation hung in the air. The whole place was a canvas of wealth, power, and calculated beauty.