Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

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Draevyn’s eyes opened–glowing like liquid gold.

“Looks like we’re not so different after all.”

His gaze dropped to the blood–stained patch of earth right next to them where the vine had struck him. His voice stayed low, with her alone.

“I didn’t come from royalty, Kaelani. Not even nobility. Nor commoners.”

He turned slightly, his profile sharp against the shifting shadows.

“My family were peasants. The kind the court didn’t even bother naming in census scrolls.”

His tone was dry, but there was no shame in it. Only truth.

“My mother was a seamstress,” he said. “Spent her days mending other people’s clothes until her fingers

bled.”

Something unreadable passed through his eyes.

“And my father…” His stance shifted. “A quarry laborer–broke stone with his bare hands. No magic, no glamour, just a life that ended before I even remembered the sound of his voice.”

Draevyn’s voice was quiet, but not distant. If anything, it felt closer now–threaded with something raw

beneath the calm.

“I decided a long time ago that I wouldn’t end up like my father.”

He didn’t look at her–his gaze had drifted somewhere beyond the trees, into a memory etched too deep to fade.

“I was going to make a name for myself. Build a legacy. Something more than broken knuckles and a story no one cared to tell.”

His jaw tensed slightly–not in anger, but in remembrance.

“So I joined the ranks. Signed my name in ash and blood, and vowed myself to the Unseelie Order.”

Kaelani watched him, silent.

“I wasn’t noble–born. No pedigree. No connections. Most of them had trained their whole lives–sons of warlords and highborns, carved from tradition and pride.”

He shook his head once. “And then there was me.”

A bitter edge curled his mouth.

“They mocked me. Hazed me. Threw every test at me twice as hard, just to watch me fail.”

He let out a quiet breath–like a blade cooling after fire.

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“But I never broke.”

Draevyn lifted his hand.

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Golden energy surged at his fingertips–bright, alive, pulsing with something that felt ancient and divine. He turned his hand slowly, watching as the light danced between his fingers, curling and weaving like fire wrapped in discipline.

“I didn’t just prove myself in strength… or skill…”

His voice held firm, but there was something deeper now–an echo of the boy who had once been nothing.

“When this power finally emerged… it shocked the realm.”

The glow flared, then dimmed slightly, as if responding to his words.

“A prophecy had long existed–one that said the next to wield this kind of power would come from the one least expected.”

He looked over at Kaelani.

“And when it was me… everything changed.”

The golden threads coiled around his palm like breath.

“For the first time, they stopped looking at me as an unworthy shadow… and started seeing me as a

leader.”

Kaelani watched the golden energy coil and flicker around his hand–majestic, deliberate, like a ritual learned by heart.

“Then you became the High Commander of the Unseelie Court,” she said softly.

Draevyn inclined his head, but there was no arrogance in it.

“Yes,” he replied. “But my role didn’t end at the Unseelie border.”

The glow faded from his hand, his fingers curling into a fist.

“I wasn’t just called to defend our people… I was called to defend the realm itself. During the Mage Wars

His tone darkened slightly, shadows threading through the edges of his voice.

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