Forbidden Bond: A Velthorn Tale — Chapter 32: Betrayal’s Shadow

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Morning light crept through the gaps between ceiling boards like liquid gold, each slender beam dancing with motes of dust that sparkled in the amber air. The underground chamber that had once felt like a tomb now breathed with warmth, shadows no longer threatening but protective, embracing the miracle that grew hidden in darkness.

Anora sat cross-legged on their makeshift bed, steam rising from the earthenware mug cradled between her small green hands. The ginger tea’s fragrance—what might have been overwhelming to her heightened senses yesterday—now brought comfort instead of nausea. She watched the golden light paint shifting patterns across the rough stone walls, and for the first time in days, she smiled without effort.