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But here, in the Duchy of his new home, the air smelled of lavender and expensive tea instead of sulfur. "Alistair? You’re daydreaming again."

As Seraphina led him by the hand toward the sun-drenched balcony, Alistair looked back at his forge one last time. He had been exiled as a "failure" by a kingdom that didn't value him, only to be picked up by a woman who treated him like a treasure.

The fire in the hearth crackled with a warmth Alistair still hadn’t quite grown used to. For years, the only heat he knew was the scorching, unforgiving glare of the Royal Imperial Forge—a place where the soot never washed off and the work never ended. But here, in the Duchy of his new

Seraphina’s expression softened, a flash of protective anger crossing her eyes before she replaced it with a gentle smile. She stepped closer, placing a hand over his. "There are no quotas here, Alistair. Only excellence. And more importantly... only your happiness."

He looked up to see Lady Seraphina leaning over his workbench. She wasn't wearing her usual stiff court attire; instead, she wore a simple, elegant gown that allowed her to watch him work without tripping over her skirts. She reached out, her fingers grazing the hilt of the blade he was polishing. It was a masterpiece of mithril and grace, far beyond anything his previous "Black" workplace would have allowed him the time to craft. He had been exiled as a "failure" by

She leaned in, the scent of her perfume momentarily distracting him from the steel. "The carriage is ready. I told you, Saturday afternoons are for the gardens, not the anvil. You’ve worked for three hours—that is quite enough for one day."

Alistair blinked. In his old life, three hours was just the warm-up. Here, it was considered a "productive morning" followed by a mandatory picnic. She leaned in

He didn't miss the soot. He didn't miss the shouting. As Seraphina laughed at something he said, Alistair realized that for the first time in his life, the metal wasn't the only thing being tempered—his heart was finally healing, too.