[Elara’s POV]
The Starfall Festival had been a breathtaking success, but by the time midnight rolled around, even the most energetic pups in the pack were fast asleep.
I gently pulled the thick, downy quilt over Alaric’s small shoulders. The five-year-old prince was completely exhausted from chasing lanterns and riding on Silas’s shoulders all evening. His small chest rose and fell in a steady, peaceful rhythm. Even in sleep, a faint, barely visible mist of silver and gold magic pulsed softly around his fingertips, a constant reminder of the incredible power resting inside his tiny body.
I leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. "Sweet dreams, my little dragon," I whispered into the quiet nursery.
I quietly slipped out of the room, leaving the two elite Royal Gu
