Three months later....
Stella
The morning of our wedding dawned quietly.
No bells. No horns. No anxious footfalls outside my door. Just pale light slipping through the open shutters. For the first time in longer than I could remember, my magic was still. Not gone. Not muted.
Resting.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, one I didn't trust at first. My visions had always been loud when something mattered—sharp flashes, aching certainty, futures clawing their way into my skull whether I wanted them or not.
This morning, there was nothing.
Just the present.
I stood there longer than I meant to, waiting for the tremor. Waiting for the flicker of warning that had shaped so much of my life.
Nothing came.
No fracture in the air. No whispered possibility of disaster.
The world felt... whole.
