Private Consecration

The council chamber empties under the weight of their combined aura, leaving only the crackle of violet-gold energy. Kaelen's fingers tighten on Lysander's jaw. 'No more witnesses,' he breathes, his voice rough with need. Lysander sweeps him into his arms, carrying him through marble corridors toward the private royal suites. 'This claim needs sealing,' Lysander growls against his throat. Behind them, Seraphina begins drafting new accords based on this unprecedented union, while Darius stations himself outside the suite doors, a silent sentinel. Inside, clothing falls away as Lysander pins Kaelen against silk sheets. 'Show me what only I can have,' he demands, and Kaelen arches with a gasp, their scents merging into something primal and new.