The cold wind whispered through the trees as Jason and Una stood at the edge of the northern border, the tension between them palpable. They had been through countless battles together—physical and political—but this felt different. There was an undercurrent to their unity now, something neither could name but both could feel.
The battle had ended, but the uneasy silence that followed was heavier than the aftermath of any fight. The rogue group had been defeated swiftly, but their presence was a reminder that danger was never far from their doorstep.
Jason's hand brushed against Una's as they made their way back toward the castle. His grip tightened, as though anchoring both of them in the storm that was brewing around them.
"Do you feel it?" Una's voice was barely a whisper, the words
