Morwenna's POV
I woke before dawn, my pulse steady but too loud in my ears. The mirror was still shattered, the glass still formed in that haunting circle on the floor. I hadn’t touched it, I wouldn’t. Something about it felt final, like a door half-cracked open to a place you never return from.
I slipped out of bed and into Leofric’s robe. He wasn’t there. Probably off smoothing over political fires while I stewed in silence and broken visions. Good, I needed space.
The mark across my chest hadn’t stopped pulsing. Each beat felt more like a summons than a symptom now, like something was trying to wake in me. Not love, not desire, it was power.
Sabine waited in the training courtyard, her cloak billowing in the early wind. She said nothing when I approached, just handed me a wooden sta
