Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

“If she was the last of the Unseelie royal bloodline… wouldn’t that have made her queen by default?”

Draevyn’s gaze didn’t shift.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “And for a time, she was treated as such.”

He stepped toward the shadows at the edge of the clearing, as if the truth lived somewhere just beyond

them.

“But the Seers have never been wrong in their visions. Not once. We may not always understand how a prophecy will unfold–but it always does.”

A quiet exhale escaped him.

“And when the Seers revealed that she was never meant to keep the crown… Nymera knew she couldn’t fight fate. She could have resisted. Claimed her right. But even she understood–it was only a matter of

time.”

His focus sharpened like a blade as it settled on her.

“She could either step aside… or face you dethroning her one day.”

His words lingered for just a moment.

“Because it is your destiny to be the Queen of the Unseelie.”

Kaelani’s voice was quiet, but firm.

“I’m not here to claim any titles.”

Draevyn’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“No,” he said, “you’re here to discover who you are.”

His voice threaded through the night like silk drawn across stone.

“And sometimes, fate doesn’t come to those who seek it… it finds the ones who never asked–because only they can carry its weight without breaking.”

Kaelani looked away.

“I don’t believe in fate,” she muttered.

A flicker of thought–brief, but sharp–tugged at her chest.

Julian.

The mate she was supposed to trust.

The bond that should have been sacred, extraordinary…

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But all it had brought her was pain. Emptiness. A cruel echo of the dreams she’d once let herself believe

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Her voice was quieter now, but not weaker.

“Your people don’t want me here. I see it in the way they look at me… the words they speak when they think I don’t understand.”

She exhaled, bitter. “Maybe I’m not meant to.”

Draevyn didn’t argue.

But his words came low, slow–like a lullaby born from silence and thunder.

“Stars are not welcomed by the night sky, Kaelani. Not at first. They burn too bright. But in time… even the darkness learns to make room.”

The quiet softened, as if even the air around him was listening.

“You’ve mastered more in days than most do in years. Your instincts are stronger than you realize.”

He closed the distance with the quiet assurance of someone who didn’t need permission.

“You may not believe it now,” Draevyn said, “but one day… even your scars will remind you that you were stronger than the things that tried to break you.”

His hand lifted–slow, unhurried–as if testing her trust.

She flinched when his fingers neared her neck, a flicker of instinct coiling through her muscles.

He paused.

Then he continued–his fingertips glowing with that quiet, golden fire as he brushed them against the space above her collarbone.

Julian’s mark–nearly faded, but still clinging like a bruise that refused to vanish–gleamed under the

touch.

With one smooth motion, Draevyn swept his fingers across it.

The magic licked at her skin, and the mark vanished.

Gone.

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