{"When power met love, the sea did not rise in rage but in reverence."}
The moon hung low over the Pearl Castle, casting argent light across the water-drenched corridors. The sea hummed beneath us, not in chaos now but in harmony. A song that pulsed with power, reborn and remembered. I stood in the center of my chambers, shirtless and barefoot, the raw glow of my power still lingering on my skin like starlight embedded in salt. The floor beneath me shimmered faintly, responding to every breath, every beat of my heart.
Across the room, Caelan stood still, his silhouette framed by the carved archway. His robe had fallen loosely around his shoulders, revealing the gentle rise and fall of his chest. And his eyes, those storm-touched eyes, held me like a tether to the world above water.
"You're glowing," he said softly, the corner of his lips twitching.
I exhaled a quiet laugh. "So, I've been told."
