The Lantern Chain Procession had stretched long into the night, the linked lanterns glowing like a river of stars winding through the snow-covered gardens. The silver threads between them shimmered with magic, binding hopes and secrets as guests walked slowly in the cold air.
Elara remained firmly cocooned in the center of her new protective circle. Lord Rowan’s strong but gentle arm stayed wrapped around her waist, his body a warm, steady shield against the winter chill and whatever unseen force kept pulling her away. Lord Theo and Lord Elias flanked them closely, their kind presences forming a living barrier of affection and concern. Rowan’s voice was soft and devoted as he leaned close.
“I mean every word, Elara,” he murmured, hazel eyes full of sincere love. “I am falling deeper for
