Arthur’s POV
Tyla shook for a long time after she woke.
Not violently. Not visibly.
Just enough that every instinct inside me sharpened to a blade.
She wasn’t trembling from fear — I knew the difference.
This was something deeper.
Something that felt… otherworldly.
And I hated that I couldn’t fight it.
Couldn’t kill it.
Couldn’t shield her from it.
I could protect her from Seraphina.
I could protect her from the council.
I could protect her from the gods-damned kingdom if I had to.
But how do you protect someone from their own destiny?
Her breathing finally steadied as she lay against me, her cheek pressed to my chest. Moonlight filtered through the drapes, catching the faint shimmer still lingering beneath her skin.
She wasn’t just glowing.
She was changing.
Becoming some
