Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Sarina’s Point of View

The morning light was only starting to form when Bastian finally slipped through the room door. His hair was slightly dishevelled, his jaw tight with the exhaustion of a man who had spent hours balancing on the edge of a m blade. I sat gracefully by the vanity, my as I painted a light layer of rose oil across my lips.

"You look tired, husband," I murmured softly, my tone smooth, warm, and entirely devoid of anger.

Bastian stiffened, his eyes scanning my face for any trace of anger. He took a slow step forward, his voice dropping to a cautious tone.

"Sarina... about last night. Delia came running to the pavilion doors. Seraphina’s health was bad, and the physician ordered strict bed rest. I only intended to stay until the crisis passed."

"There is no need to explain, Bastian," I interrupted gently, turning around to offer him a completely serene, supportive smile.

I never mentioned Bastian’s midnight visit to Seraphina’s room, completely burying my knowledge of his broken promise.

"A true man must prioritize his bloodline. Your child’s safety will always come first in my eyes."

Bastian let out a long sigh of relief, his entire body visibly relaxing as the suffocating tension drained from his shoulders.

"You are truly magnificent, Sarina," he said, a sudden, burning heat flaring in his eyes as he walked forward and pulled me up from the stool.

"Seraphina only gives me tears and shouting matches. You are the only one who understands the weight of my heart."

He didn’t wait for a response. Bastian swept me into his arms, lifting me onto the sheets as his hands eagerly unfastened the clasps of my robe. The delayed passion of the wedding night erupted between us with a possessive intensity. As his lips dragged hungrily down my neck, he let out a low, rough sigh against my skin.

"This is the real wedding night, Sarina... this is what a true union should feel like."

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, spreading my legs wide for him to thrust into me. Matching his affection with a practiced, intoxicating warmth. Inwardly, my mind remained ice-cold and calculating. Let Seraphina keep his midnight tears, I thought to myself as I scratched my nails lightly along his back. I will hold his desire, his secrets, and his throne.

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The grand hall of the Silvermoon palace was packed to the brim by mid-morning, the long tables lined with the high elders, noble lords, and senior warriors of the pack. As a newly married daughter-in-law, court protocol demanded that I walk through the assembly to formally greet the elders and present the customary morning teas to the royal bloodline.

"Where is the legal Luna-to-be?" a neighboring Alpha’s wife whispered loudly near the dais. "Shouldn’t she be presiding over the tea trays?"

"Seraphina claimed to be severely ill," a woman murmured back behind her hand. "The palace physician ordered her to stay in bed for ten days without moving a single muscle."

Hearing the malicious snickers of the court, a confident smile touched my lips. Seraphina thought her public absence would cast a shadow over my celebration, but I was exceptionally well-prepared for her childish schemes.

I glided across the floor, followed tightly by my maid, Veda, who carried the presentation platters with fluid grace. I knelt before the high throne, offering the first cup to Alpha Alaric and Luna Helena.

"May the Silvermoon lineage prosper under the light of the Goddess, Mother, Father," I spoke out smoothly, bowing my head with flawless humility.

Alpha Alaric nodded firmly, his expression unreadable as he reached down to hand me an ancestral silver token. Luna Helena, offered me a matched pouch containing rare northern gems.

It was the exact same formal gift they had given to Ivy during her own presentation... a standard, polite gesture to maintain equality inside the palace gates.

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