Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The Weight of Silence
The soft rustle of leaves filled the courtyard as dusk fell over Ravenshade Manor. The golden hue of the sunset kissed the stone paths where a small figure ran barefoot across the garden, her laughter echoing like bells in the wind.
"Elara!" a familiar voice called from the manor gates.
The little girl stopped, eyes lighting up. "Kylan!"
She ran, arms wide—and the tall, broad-shouldered man caught her effortlessly, lifting her in a spin that made her squeal with joy. Kylan laughed, holding her close.
"There's my little star," he murmured, brushing a kiss on her temple.
Elara hugged him tightly, her small hands gripping the fabric of his coat. "I missed you!"
"I missed you more," he said softly.
Alaric stood on the upper veranda, watching in silence. Lysandra stepped beside him, arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable.
"They're close," Alaric murmured. "He's more than just a guardian now."
Lysandra nodded. "Kylan never asked for more. He simply stayed… and loved her. As if she were truly his."
They watched as Kylan crouched beside Elara, letting her place wildflowers in his hair. She giggled, insisting he looked like a fairy prince.
"He's been everything a father should be," Lysandra said, her voice laced with emotion. "Protective. Patient. Kind. He never questioned. He never asked for gratitude."
Alaric glanced at her, his eyes sharp but calm.
"But he's not her father."
Lysandra looked down.
"He filled a role Caveen never got the chance to claim," Alaric said, stepping a little closer to her. "And one day, when Caveen finds out, Lysandra…"
She swallowed hard.
"He will hate you for stripping him of that right."
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came.
"He may understand why you did it," Alaric continued, "but that won't soften the blow. You didn't just hide her. You gave her to someone else."
Lysandra's breath caught in her throat. Her hands clenched the folds of her skirt.
"I had no choice," she whispered. "If the Council knew… If Caveen claimed her, they would use her blood against him. Against us all. I did what I had to do to keep her safe."
Alaric nodded slowly. "And I believe you. But Caveen won't see safety. He'll see betrayal."
They both looked out as Kylan lifted Elara again, her laughter like a beacon in the fading light.
"You need to prepare, Lysandra," Alaric said softly. "Because one way or another, the truth will reach him. And when it does, love alone might not be enough."
Lysandra blinked, her vision blurring slightly.
She had made her choice. But the weight of it—the cost—was only beginning to settle.
The council den
The room was dim, lit only by the flickering blue flames dancing atop black iron candelabras. The air was thick with incense and dread. Seven chairs encircled the obsidian table of the Council, their occupants cloaked in shadowed robes, faces half-hidden beneath hoods etched with runes of power and secrecy.
A younger seer knelt at the center, her voice trembling.
"She... the child of Lysandra and Kylan... she exists. She was born three years ago and hidden since. I saw her… at Ravenshade Manor."
A murmur rippled among the elders.
"Ravenshade," one of them spat. "That cursed den of secrets. Alaric Vaelthorne's domain."
The oldest among them, Elder Kaelith, leaned forward. His pale eyes glowed like cold moons beneath his hood.
"Describe the child."
The seer bowed low. "A girl… with the eyes of stormlight. The air around her trembles with power, but it is... sealed. Hidden well. But not enough."
Another elder scoffed. "And you are certain Kylan is the father?"
The seer paused. "Her aura does not carry his blood. It is darker. Older. But the severance spell conceals the thread. Still… I do not believe she is his."
Kaelith's knuckles rapped against the table. "Then whose blood does she bear?"
The room fell silent.
A younger voice—Elder Nerez—spoke from the shadows. "There is something else... Carlos Mendez. He was once a recluse, a nomad. Now he stays under Alaric's roof."
Kaelith's expression soured. "A human balcksmith doesn't just settle there. What is he hiding?"
"And Seraphine," another elder muttered. "The human bride of Alaric... she has grown close to Lysandra. Why? For what purpose?"
"Too many threads converge at Ravenshade," Kaelith said grimly. "The Vellaria vampire. The Moonwell traitor. The fallen witch Lysandra. And a child cloaked in false lineage."
Then, slowly, Kaelith stood.
"There is only one explanation," he growled. "They have deceived us. The girl's blood threatens the balance."
He turned to the masked guard stationed at the edge of the chamber.
"Summon the Shadow Riders."
The guard bowed deeply and vanished into the dark hall.
Kaelith raised his voice for all to hear.
"The child will be taken. Alive if possible. But if anyone interferes..."
He turned to another robed figure, who stepped forward with a black velvet box. He opened it slowly—revealing a dark, jagged arrow. Its shaft gleamed with cursed runes, and the feathers at its end dripped faint shadows.
"Prepare the Black Arrow," Kaelith commanded.
A tense stillness followed his words.
"If Alaric, Carlos, or anyone else stands in our way—kill them."