Chapter 18 - Healing the Wounds of the Realm
In the days following the Battle of the Southern Ridge, the capital transformed from a city gripped by fear into a beacon of unity and rebirth.
Julian walked through the crowded streets of the lower districts, unbound by heavy carriages or excessive guards. He stopped to help rebuild homes damaged during the skirmishes, sharing words of encouragement with the common folk who had once whispered about him in terror.
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The class divides that had plagued the kingdom for generations were systematically dismantled. Nobles and commoners worked side by side in the newly formed parliament, ensuring that the voice of every citizen was heard in the royal court.
High up in the palace gardens, the cursed beast no longer wore heavy iron chains or required a muzzle. It rested peacefully under the shade of ancient oak trees, treated not as a monster of destruction, but as a cherished, noble protector of the royal family.
