The courtyard blazed with the warm glow of the Festival of Eternal Flames. Tall iron braziers roared with enchanted fire that shifted from gold to crimson to icy blue, casting flickering light across the gathered guests. Dancers in flowing scarlet robes twirled around the central pyre, their movements hypnotic as they offered bundles of winter herbs and whispered prayers to the solstice spirits. The air smelled of pine resin, spiced wine, and smoke.
Elara stood near the edge of the crowd beside Lyra, the heat from the flames doing nothing to warm the chill of guilt in her chest. Her thighs were still sticky from the maze encounter earlier. Kaelen’s thick load had continued leaking throughout the afternoon, leaving her p***y swollen and sensitive beneath her deep crimson gown. Every shift
