Broken seal

As the clocked stroked three in the morning.

Camilla stirred in the warmth of the moonlight, her fingers tangled in the sheets, her body still humming with the echoes of the night before.

It had been tender. Fierce. Real.

Her husband, Thane, slept beside her, black hair tousled, one arm draped protectively over her waist. He looked peaceful—blissfully unaware of what had happened in the depths of her soul.

She sat up slowly, the air around her shimmering like heat haze.

Something within her had broken—but not in the way of damage. No, it was as though shackles had snapped. A seal, buried deep in her essence, had shattered.

She felt... whole. Like herself, but vastly more.

As she swung her legs from the bed, her bare feet touched the cool stone floor—only for a surge of power to ripple outward. The torches lining the wall flickered and flared, responding to her presence.

Thane stirred. “princess…? Is everything alright?”