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Chapter 15: Warrior’s Heart

  The private training arena echoed with cshing steel as Lia and Kieran moved in deadly synchronization. Their sparring had evolved beyond basic forms into something that resembled a violent dance – anticipating each other's moves, covering weaknesses, amplifying strengths.

  "Enough," Kieran called, lowering his bde. Sweat gleamed on his scarred torso, his shirt discarded hours ago in the summer heat. "You're ready for real combat now."

  Lia colpsed onto a bench, chest heaving. "Real combat? What have we been doing?"

  "Pying." He sat beside her, closer than necessary. "I've been holding back, afraid of breaking you. But you're not fragile anymore."

  The compliment warmed her more than it should have. As she accepted the water fsk he offered, their fingers brushed, sending familiar sparks through her system. The same sparks she felt with Cassian's gentle touches, Raven's knowing gnces, Ezra's spiritual connections.

  What am I doing? she wondered, guilt churning in her stomach. How can I feel this way about all of them?

  "You're troubled," Kieran observed, his perception sharper than she'd expected from the brutish commander.

  "Just thinking."

  "About?"

  She hesitated, then decided on partial honesty. "About how complicated everything has become. How I never expected to... care so much."

  His expression darkened. "About the prince? The spymaster? The priest who abandoned his temple?"

  Her shocked look confirmed his suspicions.

  "I'm not blind, Allura. I see how they look at you. How you look at them." He stood abruptly, pacing. "Do you know why I hated you so much at first?"

  "Because of Allura's reputation?"

  "Because I saw myself in you." He stopped, fists clenched. "The original Allura, I mean. Someone who used others, who built walls of cruelty to hide weakness."

  He turned, and she saw pain raw in his emerald eyes. "I was twelve when bandits raided my vilge. They killed everyone – my family, my friends. I survived by pretending to be dead, lying in my mother's blood for hours until they left."

  "Kieran..."

  "The knight order found me half-feral, consumed by rage. They trained me to channel that anger into skill, but I never learned to feel anything else. Until recently." His gaze locked with hers. "Until you showed me that strength and gentleness can coexist."

  He knelt before her, taking her hands with surprising tenderness. "I don't know who you really are or where you came from. But I know you're not the Allura from before. You're someone who makes broken things want to heal."

  Tears pricked her eyes. "I never meant to hurt anyone. To complicate things. But my heart seems to have its own pns."

  "Hearts usually do." His thumb traced her knuckles. "In battle, a warrior sometimes faces multiple opponents. The key isn't choosing just one to fight – it's finding a way to handle them all without losing yourself."

  "Are you saying...?"

  "I'm saying that whatever you decide, whoever you choose – or don't choose – I'll respect it. Because that's what you do when you truly care for someone."

  The understanding in his voice broke something inside her. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his.

  "I think I'm falling in love," she whispered. "With all of you. And I don't know if that's possible, or right, or if any of you could accept sharing..."

  "Love isn't about possession," he murmured. "It's about what makes the person you care for happy. If your happiness requires multiple hearts, then perhaps those hearts need to learn to beat in harmony."

  Their lips met in a kiss that tasted of sweat and steel and surprising tenderness. When they parted, Lia saw acceptance in his eyes – not just of her feelings, but of the complicated situation they all found themselves in.

  "Train with me," he said softly. "Not just in combat, but in navigating this battlefield of emotions. Together, we might find a way through."

  That evening, as she prepared for bed, Lia's mind whirled with possibilities and fears. Could four such different men truly accept sharing her heart? Was the love she felt real, or just a product of this strange world's influence?

  "Unprecedented romantic development detected," ALICE noted. "Multiple love routes converging. Polyamorous ending possibility: calcuting... New narrative paths emerging."

  But calcutions couldn't quantify the human heart, Lia realized. Sometimes love defied logic, algorithms, and even the boundaries of stories themselves. And sometimes, the bravest battle was accepting that one heart could hold more love than anyone thought possible.

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