Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 136

Kaelani turned sharply, her violet eyes still glowing faintly.

“What the hell was that?”

Her voice cracked through the silence, sharp and thunderous in its wake. The chamber pulsed with residual energy as she strode toward the Fae women, her presence no longer questioning–commanding.

Three of them visibly flinched. Their confidence dissolved under her glare, and in an instant, they dropped to their knees. Heads bowed. Shoulders trembling. Fear flickered in their eyes like they’d just knelt before a goddess they hadn’t realized was real until now.

But one remained standing.

She didn’t move. Didn’t kneel. Didn’t even blink.

Instead, she looked down at the others with subtle disdain, then lifted her chin and met Kaelani’s gaze head–on.

“We were only following your lead.”

The words weren’t spoken with malice, but there was challenge in them. A refusal to cower.

Kaelani stopped just short of her, jaw tense.

“My lead?” she repeated, voice low but scathing. “You nearly killed a man… in his sleep.”

Draevyn stepped forward, voice laced with careful curiosity.

“Nearly killed who?”

Kaelani didn’t take her eyes off the standing woman.

“Garrick,” she said evenly, her tone clipped and tight.

Draevyn’s brows lifted.

“Garrick? Your father?” he echoed, clearly surprised.

The Fae woman–tall, regal, chin still high–shrugged slightly.

“We were simply acting on her emotions,” she said coolly. “She was radiating vengeance. Anger. She wanted him to pay.”

Kaelani’s voice sharpened.

“I didn’t want to kill him.”

Her steps brought her closer, slow and deliberate.

“He went into cardiac arrest. He was terrified.”

The woman scoffed, then glanced down at the other three still kneeling, their heads bowed in silence.

With a bitter edge, she muttered in Vaelorin:

enai’va kiran valessari? Kaer etha norin. Stel’var atros.”

(You’re really going to cower before her? We did nothing wrong. Stand and defend yourselves.)

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Draevyn parted his lips to speak-

But Kaelani was faster.

She closed the distance in a single breath. Her voice, low and fluent, slid like a blade through the air as she answered in Vaelorin:

“Valen’tir vesari nënthar venos, kael’ythar morathi unsanctia,

Andar’vel en croven… etha’var, etha’vorn.”

(You fed on vengeance without consent, shaped death without sanction,

and mistook my pain… for permission.)

She was in the fae woman’s face now. Her next words, though spoken in common tongue, struck like prophecy.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t feel it.

That ripple in your chest when I ejected you from the dream?

That was me deciding to spare you…

because I could have ripped you apart.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

The woman’s eyes widened. All color drained from her face. She stared at Kaelani as though seeing her for the first time-

Not as an outsider, but as something ancient. Sovereign. Dangerous.

Her knees buckled.

She dropped.

Head bowed.

“Forgive me,” she whispered. “I… overstepped.”

Draevyn approached slowly, the quiet stretch of his boots against the floor echoing like a judgment long withheld.

He stopped before the kneeling women, his gaze sweeping over them with cold, yet eerie calm.

“You were instructed to follow her lead. Not twist her emotions into your own version of retribution.”

He turned to the one who had resisted the longest, his tone sharpening just enough to bite.

“And your arrogance nearly cost a man his life. Be grateful she showed you mercy… I would not have.”

The woman flinched.

With a flick of his hand, a faint shimmer passed over them–like a binding charm laced with shadow. The women gasped softly as it took hold.

“You are forbidden from entering the dreamscape until the next full turning of the twin moons. Until then, you will serve in the Hollow Archives–translating the old tongue for the Lorekeepers.”

A murmur of dread rippled through them.

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