#FANFICEDIT - The air aboard the Princess Andromeda smelled like salt and rust and something darker underneath, like the ship itself remembered every betrayal that had ever been spoken on its decks. The Golden Fleece glowed faintly in Luke’s hands, its warmth almost mocking against the cold steel of the ship. The magic shimmered across his fingers, soft and holy, completely wrong in a place like this. Serena stood a few feet away, frozen. Her sword hung uselessly at her side. She wasn’t breathin