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Yash was not at the grand ballroom. She found him in the ruined garden at the palace's edge, the very garden where her parents had been cornered. He was tending to a wounded wolf pup, his hands gentle despite the warrior's calluses.

"Ours," Shivanya whispered, her eyes no longer gold, but a soft, peaceful brown, "is just beginning." naagin 7