MADELINE
The air outside felt different.
Not cooler. Not warmer. Just... altered in a way I could not quite name.
I stood on the wide stone terrace overlooking the courtyard and let the midday sun rest against my face. The light was bright, almost harsh, but after the dim corridors inside, it felt grounding. Real.
Behind me, faint sounds carried from within the estate. Movement. Voices. The steady rhythm of people working, cleaning, putting everything back together after everything that had happened.
I did not turn.
I stayed where I was and breathed.
The door opened behind me. Footsteps followed, light and familiar against the stone.
Wilhelm.
He came to a stop beside me without speaking. For a moment, he simply stood there, his presence quiet, his gaze fixed on the same view stretched out before us.
The courtyard lay below, open and sunlit. The fountain at its center still ran, water spilling into the basin in a steady, unbothered rhythm. A few servants moved between the buildings, their voices too distant to make out, blending into a soft, indistinct hum.
"Are you alright?" Wilhelm asked at last.
I did not answer immediately.
I was not sure how to.
Was I alright?
I had just walked away from Cian, from the man I had loved for years, the man I had built my entire life around.
I had kept the soul kiss. Chosen to carry it. Chosen to let it remain as a reminder of everything I had done wrong.
And I had called my father a liar in front of the Alpha of Skollrend. Told Cian to use Aldric’s files against him if he ever stepped out of line.
In the span of an hour, I had burned every bridge I could think of.
So was I alright?
"I do not know," I said finally.
Wilhelm shifted slightly beside me. I could feel his attention turn toward me, but I kept my eyes forward, fixed on the fountain, on the movement below, on anything that did not require me to look at him.
"That was brave," he said quietly. "What you did in there."
A short laugh left me before I could stop it. Bitter, sharper than I intended.
"Brave or stupid?"
"Both, maybe."
I turned to look at him then.
He was watching me with that careful expression he always wore when he was worried, the one he tried to hide behind a layer of calm neutrality that never quite held.
"I am not going back to the coven," I said.
The words came out before I had fully committed to them, but the moment they left my mouth, I knew there was no taking them back. They settled into place with a certainty I could not ignore.
Wilhelm went very still.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I am not going back," I said. "Not to Primrose. Not to the Blossom house. Not to any of it."
I turned fully toward him now, no longer avoiding his gaze.
"I want to be normal for once."
The confession hung in the air between us.
Wilhelm’s expression shifted. Surprise first. Then understanding. Then something that looked like sadness.
"Madeline—"
"I am scared of our family’s darkness," I said. The words came faster now. Like they had been waiting to spill out for years. "I am scared of what Father is capable of. What he has already done. What he will do again if given the chance. I am afraid that with time, I will become just like him. There is a darkness in our family. Our ancestors have always relished power. I have touched it before, and I never want to enjoy it."
I took a step closer to him.
"I want you and Mother to come with me. We can leave. All three of us. We can start over somewhere far away from all of this."
Wilhelm’s face softened.
He reached out and touched my shoulder gently.
"You know that will not be possible."
I felt my chest tighten.
"Why not?"
"Because of this new perspective you seem to hold. Because of what you just said to Father in front of the Alpha. Because of everything that has happened today."
He paused.
"Father can cope with losing one of us. But not all three. And Mother will not leave him. You know she will not."
I looked away.
He was right.
Of course, he was right.
Our mother had spent her entire life standing by our father. Through everything. Through all his mistakes and his cruelties and his obsessions. However, she did not know all of it. But even if she did, she would not leave him now.
I doubted that she would. Not even for us.
"And you?" I asked quietly. "You could leave. You could come with me."
Wilhelm shook his head slowly.
"I cannot be normal for you, too."
"Why not?"
"Because I enjoy magic, Madeline. I enjoy what I can do with it. The power. The possibilities. All of it."
He squeezed my shoulder once before letting go.
"I know you do not feel the same way. I know it has been different for you. But I cannot walk away from it."
I felt tears burn at the corners of my eyes.
"I wish I could say the same," I whispered. "But magic for me is starting to feel like a curse. And I feel I am better without it."
Wilhelm was quiet for a moment.
Then he said softly, "Is that a vow?"
I blinked.
A vow.
The word carried weight in our world. A vow made by a witch was binding. It changed things on a fundamental level.
Was I willing to do that?



I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek.
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