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My pulse stays steady.
That feels like its own miracle.
Othrel clears her throat. “The provisional district council recognizes Corin Ardyn’s role in the reconstruction of civic wards and the prevention of devourer-class catastrophe.”
“Catchy title,” Sable murmurs from behind us.
Mira elbows her.
Othrel continues as if she did not hear, though the corner of her mouth twitches. “The council also recognizes Isolde Dareth’s renunciation of unlawful wardship, her standing as principal witness, and her contribution to exposing illegal Sylmorne practices.”
Isolde inclines her head. “Recorded?”
The clerk lifts his slate. “Recorded.”
Othrel looks between us. “There remains the matter of the bond.”
The air shifts.
Several minor nobles brace for discomfort. Syrenya’s expression sharpens with interest. Sable goes very still behind me, and I feel Rhazek somewhere near the tree line, watching with that ancient patience that makes men want to confess things.
I step forward.
No glamour covers my horns.
I have not hidden them once today. No one screamed. A few stared. One child asked whether they were heavy, and I told him only during conversations with bureaucrats.
Now I stand in front of the provisional council with gold eyes, visible horns, and Isolde beside me.
“Isolde Dareth is my mate,” I say.
The word moves through the clearing cleanly.
No secrecy.
No shame.
No Vaerith turning it into function, breeding theory, legal hook, or stabilizer classification.
I look at the assembled nobles and clerks. “The bond is chosen. The bond is stabilizing. The bond belongs to us.”
Isolde steps closer until our shoulders touch. “And it grants no claim of ownership to any house, council, broker, archive, or bloodline authority.”
My mouth curves. “She likes accuracy.”
“It prevents nonsense.”
Othrel strikes her cane once into the soft ground. “Acknowledged.”
Kairven’s nephew nods quickly. “Acknowledged.”
Syrenya sighs theatrically. “Acknowledged, though less dramatically than I would prefer.”
One by one, the others follow.
No protest rises.
No guard reaches for a weapon.
