Novelas de beetunana

Kael's POVThe first thing I heard that morning was my younger brother complaining about breakfast.“The kitchen has declared war on me,” Lucien announced, entering my chambers without knocking. “They served porridge.”I continued fastening the cuff of my black shirt. “Tragic. Shall I summon the royal guard?”“Mock me now, but when I die of starvation, I expect you to deliver a moving speech at my funeral.”“You'll have to die quietly. I have a headache.”Lucien grinned. “Excellent. You're in a wonderful mood.”He dropped into a chair, helping himself to the apple on my desk.I stared at him.“What?” he asked. “It's not as if you're going to eat it.”“How do you know?”“Because you haven't eaten a proper breakfast in three days.”Before I could answer, Evelyne appeared in the doorway.“Four,” she corrected. “He skipped supper last night, too.”I looked between them. “Have either of you considered finding a hobby?”“We have one,” Evelyne said sweetly. “Keeping you alive.”“Find another

Elara’s PovI've always thought my village was strange but the strange occurrences in the village were becoming more regular.A shepherd claimed that the bells tied around his goats had rung long after the animals had settled for the night. When he went to check on them, he found the herd pressed together beneath the trees, staring toward the old road.By morning, everyone had heard about it.By midday, people were saying the bells had rung in three different fields. By evening, the story had changed again. Some said the dogs had seen a ghost. Others insisted a pale light had moved between the trees.No one agreed on what had happened, only that something had. Similar stories had begun spreading beyond Briar Glen. A miller in the next village swore that his wheel had turned against the current. A woman from the northern kingdom claimed that frost had appeared inside her locked room during the summer. Travelers spoke of birds abandoning entire stretches of forest, while merchants whis

Kael’s POV The shadows were moving again. I noticed them before anyone else did. They crawled along the walls of my chambers, stretching toward the windows despite the morning sunlight spilling through them. Thin, restless fingers of darkness slipped over the stone floor, gathering around my boots as if waiting for an order. I clenched my jaw. “Not now.” The shadows stilled. For three heartbeats, I thought I had them under control. Then the pain struck. It began beneath my ribs, sharp enough to steal my breath. Black veins of magic spread across my wrist, twisting beneath my skin like something alive. I gripped the edge of my desk until my knuckles whitened, refusing to make a sound. I had learned long ago that pain was easier to endure when nobody witnessed it. Especially when one was the crown prince of Aurelion. The darkness retreated slowly, leaving my skin cold and my breathing uneven. I pulled my sleeve over the black markings just as someone knocked. “Your Highness

Elara's POV The flower was black. Not the deep purple of bruised petals or the dark red of a rose left too long in the sun. Black. As if someone had plucked a piece of midnight from the sky and planted it beside the village well. I stared at it over the rim of my basket. “Well,” Mira Bennett said beside me, “either the gods are sending us a sign, or someone has finally found a way to make weeds fashionable.” I shifted the basket against my hip. “If the gods are sending signs, I wish they’d send one that tells your mouth to rest.” “My mouth is a gift.” “To whom?” “To the world.” “The world should ask for a refund.” Mira pressed a hand to her chest, pretending to be wounded. Then she leaned closer to the flower, her smile fading at the edges. “I’m serious, Elara. Have you ever seen anything like it?” I hadn’t. That was the trouble. Briar Glen was the sort of village where the most exciting event of the week was usually a goat escaping its pen or Old Mrs. Fenwick accusing her