She Cut the Bond and Took His Heir
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“End the ceremony,” Prince Kael ordered, his cloak wrapped around another woman’s shoulders.
Our six-year-old son stood beneath the moon glass, wings trembling, the royal binding already burning under his skin. If the ritual stopped now, Rowan could be scarred for life.
Kael did not even look at him.
So I picked up the sacred blade and pressed it to the bond mark in my palm.
“You wanted freedom,” I said. “Take it.”
Our six-year-old son stood beneath the moon glass, wings trembling, the royal binding already burning under his skin. If the ritual stopped now, Rowan could be scarred for life.
Kael did not even look at him.
So I picked up the sacred blade and pressed it to the bond mark in my palm.
“You wanted freedom,” I said. “Take it.”
















































