Duty or Love?

Sera's Pov

We kept following them. The other Sera walked beside the other Lucian, their movements easy, familiar in a way that made something tighten in my chest. They walked these halls like they belonged to them. And maybe, in this time, they did.

The fortress was the same in structure, but different in feeling. The walls bore the same grey stone, but where our time had scars and wear, this version gleamed. Maybe no one ever started an explosion here. The torches mounted in their iron sconces flickered with a strange warmth, casting golden halos instead of the usual cold shadows. Colored glass—something our fortress never had—lined the windows, painting soft rainbows on the floor with each step we took. It was the same place, and yet not.