Thalen awoke to the scent of wet stone and morning smoke. The Citadel's towers were quiet, the aftermath of the Restoration still humming through its foundations. Outside, the first patrols of the rebuilt Border Watch moved like living lanterns along the walls each torch a promise, not a threat.
Emberane stood by his window, her silhouette framed by the newly installed stained-glass that depicted her placing the Circlet upon her brow. She held the crystal orb in her hands, gently rotating it. At her fingertips, veins of violet and silver light pulsed in time with her breath a heartbeat made visible.
"Peace has teeth," she said softly, turning toward him.
Thalen crossed the room and watched the orb's glow. "Peace needs guardians who remember why."
She nodded. "Today, I go west to the village of Kareth. Its memory of the Tyrant Wars runs deep. My presence may help those still shackled by the past."
He touched her arm. "You're not alone."
