Page 68 of Nightmare's Battle
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At the brothers who bled beside me.
At the kutte waiting for me tomorrow.
The Royal Bastards aren’t perfect.
But they showed up.
They fought.
They stayed.
And for the first time since that morning in my parents’ home, I don’t feel like I’m standing alone in the wreckage.
I lean into Night’s chest, my tear-soaked face against his skin.
“I lost everything,” I whisper.
His arms tighten around me. “ But, you didn’t lose you.”
And that’s enough to keep me standing.
