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Chapter 14 - The Pulse of the Earth

Magistrate Vane stumbled back, his face turning pale as the stones beneath the courtyard hummed with a quiet, glowing resonance. The villagers watching from their windows gasped, pressing closer to the glass as they witnessed the impossible: the withered vines climbing the nearby tavern walls suddenly burst into vibrant, blossoming green flowers in the middle of autumn.

"Dark sorcery?" Rowan asked softly, stepping forward until he stood just inches from the terrified magistrate. "No, Magistrate. This is the earth breathing. Something you and your masters forgot how to listen to a long time ago."

Vane swallowed hard, his arrogance rapidly evaporating in the face of such undeniable, raw power. He dropped to one knee, trembling not from fear of a tyrant, but from awe. "Forgive us, Your Highness... we were told—we were told the crown had abandoned us to the wild."

"The crown never abandoned you," King Alaric said, his voice softening as he stepped beside his daughter. He placed a heavy, reassuring hand on Vane’s shoulder. "Rise, Magistrate. We are here to open the trade routes, lower the unjust taxes imposed by the Council, and restore harmony between the capital and the borderlands."

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As the villagers slowly began to emerge from their homes, witnessing the blooming flowers and the peaceful demeanor of the king and princess, the tension in the air dissolved into cheering and applause.

That evening, a great feast was held in the village square. For the first time in generations, Oakhaven felt truly connected to the heart of Richmond. Yet, as Rowan sat beside Evelyne by the warmth of the central bonfire, he felt a sudden, sharp tug at the back of his mind—a warning whisper carried on the night wind from the deeper peaks of the Gray Mountains.

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