MasukSierraI collapsed during morning training, and I didn't even see it coming.One moment I was moving through a evasion drill Fenris had run me through a dozen times before, my feet finding the pattern automatically, and the next the world tilted sideways and the ground rushed up to meet me before I'd even registered the dizziness building behind my eyes."Sierra!" Fenris was at my side before I'd fully hit the dirt, his hands steadying my shoulders, his voice sharp with alarm in a way I'd never heard from him before. "Sierra, look at me.""I'm fine," I managed, though the words came out thin and unconvincing even to my own ears. "I just—""You're not fine. You're grey." He was already lifting me, ignoring my protest, calling for someone to fetch the healer before I could argue him out of it.The healer's examination room felt smaller than it had the last time I'd been there, right after the poisoning, the memory of that night pressing uncomfortably close as she checked my pulse, my br
SierraI found the private courtyard empty most mornings, which was exactly why I'd started coming here a quiet stretch of stone and old ivy tucked behind the east wing, far enough from the main halls that no one bothered me while I ran through the evasion drills Fenris had taught me, over and over, until my body knew them without needing my mind to think through each step.Theron was waiting there the morning everything changed, seated on the low wall like he'd been expecting me."You're out early," he said.I stopped short, every muscle in my body going alert the way Fenris had trained into me. "I didn't know this courtyard was claimed.""It isn't. I simply enjoy the quiet in the mornings. Apparently, we share the taste." He studied me, unhurried, the way he always did, like he had nowhere else in the world he needed to be. "Please, continue whatever you were doing. I won't interrupt.""I think I've had enough for today.""That's unfortunate. I was hoping to watch." He rose from the
KairoElara brought the broth again that evening, setting it down with a small, apologetic smile that had become its own kind of ritual over the past two weeks."Sierra's occupied," she said. "She asked me to bring this instead.""Occupied with what?""I'm not sure, my Prince. She didn't say."I nodded and let it go, the way I'd let it go every evening since the stables, since I'd stood in that study and watched her refuse to explain a single thing about a man I'd never heard of before Liriel mentioned him. Elara left, and I sat alone with a bowl of broth I didn't touch, the same way Sierra used to scold me for not touching it, except now there was no one across the table to scold me at all.I told myself this was fine. I told myself a great many things were fine, most evenings, and believed roughly half of them.I found her in the corridor the next morning, and the conversation that followed lasted less than a minute."You're up early," I said."Training.""Fenris mentioned you've pr
FenrisThree weeks into training her the new way, I still didn't know what Sierra was planning. I'd stopped expecting her to tell me.I watched her cross a stretch of open ground that morning without a sound, low and controlled, timing her movement to the gap between two patrol markers I'd set up the day before. She was getting good. Better than good, for someone who'd started from nothing six months ago, good enough that some part of me had stopped worrying about whether she could do whatever this was, and started worrying about what it actually was instead."Better," I said, when she reached the far tree line. "You're anticipating the gap now instead of reacting to it.""Is that enough?""Enough for training ground conditions, real grounds different. Real patrols don't move on a schedule I set for you." I studied her, sweat-streaked and focused, and asked the question I'd asked a dozen times already, knowing I'd get the same answer. "Still not going to tell me where you're plannin
SierraI spread everything out on the floor of my chamber at midnight. Every scrap I'd gathered in six months, laid out in candlelight, refusing to form a plan no matter how many times I moved the pieces around.The rough map of Glendale's northern estate, drawn from memory and Dennet's descriptions. The guard rotation. The ten-minute gap between midnight and dawn. A route out I'd sketched a dozen times and trusted less each time I looked at it.I sat back and made myself look at it honestly.It wasn't enough.A gap in a rotation that might not even exist anymore. No confirmed way out once I was inside with a screaming infant in my arms. Training that let me land a hit on Fenris in a controlled ring, and no idea if that would mean anything against real wolves hunting me in the dark.I could get myself killed. Worse, I could get Aurora killed.I sat with that a long time before I made myself face what I'd been avoiding. I needed help. Real help, not scraps gathered in secret. And there
SierraKairo didn't speak to me the next morning. Or the morning after that.It wasn't cruelty, exactly. He was polite when we crossed paths, correct in every outward way a prince was supposed to be correct with his wife. But the warmth was gone, folded away somewhere I couldn't reach, and the silence between us had teeth now in a way it hadn't before the stables came up.I was still turning that over three days later when Varek found me in the corridor outside my chambers, his face carrying the same grim urgency I'd seen the night the Glendale letter came in."Where's the Prince," I asked."Already summoned. You should come as well." He didn't elaborate further, just turned and led the way, and I followed with my pulse climbing, certain whatever this was, it wasn't good.Kairo was already in the war room when we arrived, a map of Glendale's territory spread across the table, one of his scout’s standing rigid beside it."Tell her what you told me," Kairo said, not looking up.The scou







