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A WORLD WITHOUT WAR
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BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING THE BLOOD KINGDOM ENDS
The dawn came softly, as if the sky itself were afraid to disturb the silence. Pale light spilled across the ruins of the citadel, washing over cracked marble and shattered glass that once glittered like a crown upon the empire. Mist clung to the ground, coiling around the remnants of fire and ash the ghostly breath of a world that had burned itself to peace.Bianca stood alone on the terrace where once the banners of her house had flown. Her gown was white not the sterile white of mourning, but the faded hue of something reborn from ruin. The fabric caught the wind like smoke. Her hair, undone, gleamed with the faint rose of the sunrise.For the first time in years, she wore no armor, no jewels, no crown.Only silence.A single hawk circled above the tower, its cry cutting through the stillness like a blade. Bianca lifted her face toward it and whispered, “Fly free.” Her voice barely rose above the breeze. She had learned that freedom always came with loss.The courtyard below was a
BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING A WORLD WITHOUT WAR
The world no longer woke to sirens. It woke the birds.Ten years had passed since the last sword melted down, since the last throne turned to ash. The New Concord stretched from coast to coast, not in conquest but in communion. Nations once divided by blood now shared air, art, and bread.Children played in plazas where soldiers once marched. Markets thrived where barricades once stood. The seas once dark with oil and memory now shimmered blue again.And Luna Ashford ruled not as queen, but as steward.In the rebuilt Capitol of Concord, her office overlooked the gardens her mother had planted long ago. She wore no crown, only a simple silver clasp in her hair. On her desk sat Bianca’s manuscript Bound to the Blood King, its pages worn from being opened too often.Her advisors called her The Listener.The people called her The Lightkeeper.“Another treaty?” her secretary asked, setting down a tablet.Luna smiled, her eyes bright. “No. A celebration. The first decade of peace deserves m
BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING DAWN OF A NEW ERA
The dawn came gilded, sweeping over the marble domes of the Ashford citadel like liquid gold. Bells tolled across the harbor, slow and deep, their echoes rolling through the valley as if the earth itself bore witness.Luna stood at the heart of the Grand Hall, a cathedral rebuilt from the bones of war. Light fell in streams through stained glass, painting her white robes in hues of crimson, sapphire, and gold.The crowd of senators, soldiers, citizens, and ghosts in memory held their breath.“By the will of the people,” intoned the High Minister, “and the blessing of the bloodline, we name you Luna Ashford, Sovereign of the New Concord.”The crown no longer forged of iron, but of crystal and light was lifted from its silken cloth. Its facets shimmered like morning dew, pure and deadly in beauty.Bianca watched from the steps below the dais. Her hands were clasped, her expression unreadable equal parts pride and melancholy.When the crown touched Luna’s brow, a hush rippled through the
BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING THE FINAL TESTAMENT
The morning came soft and colorless. Rain whispered against the study windows, tracing long, delicate lines over the glass. The world outside was dim half-remembered, half-reborn and Bianca sat at her desk, pen in hand, as if she might finally trap time in ink.Stacks of journals surrounded her war notes, treaties, letters never sent. Each one was a ghost, an echo of who she had been before peace became possible. The paper before her was blank, heavy, patient.She began with a single line. “History begins where silence ends.”Her hand trembled slightly as she wrote it. Not from fear but from the weight of memory. Every word she shaped carried the pulse of things she had buried: Francesca’s cold laughter, Ash’s blood-soaked rebellion, the serpent’s whisper beneath her heartbeat.For years, she had built empires with commands and war. But this quiet act of remembering felt far more dangerous.Matteo appeared in the doorway, his voice low. “You’re writing again?”Bianca didn’t look up.
BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING MOTHER. LOVER. LEADER.
Morning unfurled softly over the Ashford estate, the light tender as silk.In the east garden, dew jeweled every blade of grass, and from the open veranda, the scent of tea and roses drifted through the air.Bianca sat at the long marble table, a simple linen robe draped around her shoulders. Across from her, Luna read the day’s reports on a tablet: economic treaties, diplomatic renewals, the dry bones of a world reborn. “You’re too young to sound like a minister,” Bianca said, smiling faintly. “Someone has to be, Mother,” Luna replied, not looking up. “You won’t sit in those meetings forever.” “I’ve sat in worse rooms than those.” “But none with air-conditioning,” Luna teased, a rare glint of humor in her eyes.Bianca laughed, the sound soft but startling in its warmth. Peace had softened her, not weakened her. She could feel the elasticity of life returning, the muscles of old fears finally unclenching.From the terrace doors, Matteo stepped out in shirtsleeves, hair tousled, th
BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING THE SERPENT AWAKES
The city of Vienna slept beneath silver fog, but in its heart the quarter once known as the Syndicate District a single tower still gleamed with living light.Inside, the man who called himself Lucien D’Artois poured a glass of brandy and watched the rain trace molten lines down the glass. His reflection looked nothing like the one buried decades ago under another name: Francesca’s financier, the ghost of a dead war, the serpent’s bookkeeper.He had survived them all. And now, as the world rebuilt itself under Bianca’s so-called peace, he could feel opportunity stirring like rot beneath marble.Lucien lifted his glass toward the window, a toast to no one. “The serpent sleeps,” he murmured. “But even gods dream of crowns.”Behind him, the screen flickered news reports of Ashford prosperity, footage of Bianca speaking at the new Daughters of Iron academy. She stood calm, radiant, beloved. The world had forgiven her.Lucien smiled thinly. “History rewrites itself so easily when the vict
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