LOGINBy the next morning, I was convinced horses were created purely to torture people.
Every part of my body ached. Not just one place. Everywhere. My back hurt, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, and I was fairly certain there were muscles in my body I had never used before this journey that now hated me personally. Even sitting still in the saddle hurt at this point.
I would have given anything for a hot bath.
Not even a luxurious one. Just warm water deep enough to sink into
“Move!” Rhys shouted.The weak barrier surrounding camp shattered completely.The sound cracked through the night like breaking glass.And suddenly the demons flooded in.Everything happened too fast after that.Council guards were dying within seconds, their ordinary weapons useless against the creatures tearing through camp. Lanterns overturned. Tents caught fire. Screams echoed through the clearing while black smoke slithered across the ground between fleeing people.One of the Council members shouted for everyone to regroup near the crystals, but panic had already taken over.A demon lunged toward us suddenly.Its mouth stretched impossibly wide as it rushed forward through the smoke.Corin stepped in front of me instantly.His glowing blade sliced upward through the creature, destroying it before it could touch me.But more smoke was already rising behind it.Too much smoke.Too many.
“You are not going to tell me what to do,” I said slowly, making sure every word landed exactly where I wanted it to. “I don’t care if I’m a Princess.”The older woman straightened carefully in her chair, though I noticed her eyes flick once more toward the golden energy glowing around my hands.“Princess—”“No,” I snapped before she could continue. “You have done nothing but sit here and speak at me like I’m some object you dragged out of the woods.”The taller man’s jaw tightened slightly.“You would do well to calm yourself.”“And you would do well to stop deciding my entire life for me.”The warmth beneath my skin flared hotter.The crystal lanterns above us flickered violently.“I agreed to come with you,” I continued, my breathing sharper now, “because I wanted answers. About my parent
Corin sliced through another demon before snapping, “You can thank her later!”The camp around us was still falling apart.More shadow demons continued pouring from the cracks splitting across the earth, their shrieks echoing through the burning clearing while terrified guards ran in every direction. Crystal lanterns shattered one after another while smoke swallowed entire sections of camp.No matter how many demons Corin and Rhys killed—More kept coming.And coming.And coming.“There’s too many!” I shouted.Corin’s jaw tightened grimly. “I know!”Another demon lunged toward me.This time I moved faster.I ducked beneath its claws and slashed upward through its body exactly the way Corin taught me. The creature dissolved into ash before it could touch me.But the second it disappeared, another emerged from the ground behind it.The earth suddenly trembled beneath our feet.Hard.
My fingers tightened slightly against my lap.“The people of Sylvaris will pay attention to these things,” the older woman continued. “Appearances matter within the capital.”I already hated where this conversation was heading.“The future Queen cannot appear emotionally compromised by a guardian,” the thin man added calmly.Emotionally compromised.The words irritated me more than they should have.“He is not just some guardian,” I said before I could stop myself.The second the words left my mouth, silence settled across the tent.The older woman watched me carefully now.And something inside me stirred sharply with sudden anger.Because this morning I had still been laughing beside Corin on horseback.And now strangers sat calmly across from me deciding how close I was allowed to stand to him.The silence inside the tent stretched for a moment after my words left my mouth.He is not just some guardian.I instantly wished I could pull the sentence back.Not because it was untrue.Bu
“Did people die here?” I asked after a long silence.Corin did not soften the answer. “Yes.” The single word sat heavily between us.None of us spoke for a while after that.The road carried us deeper through the dying stretch of land, and the farther we travelled, the more abandoned places we saw. Some were only watch posts with collapsed towers and weakened crystal markers. Others had once clearly been larger villages before being swallowed by silence.It was strange.Before coming to Lunara, I had imagined magic as something beautiful. Powerful. Almost endless.But now all I saw was what happened when it started disappearing.The shadows were winning slowly.Not through great battles or giant wars.But piece by piece. Village by village, and crystal by crystal.One of the Council guards near the front suddenly raised his hand, signaling for everyone to slow.I straightened slightly.Ahead of us stood another old outpost near the road, though this one was smaller than the others we
By the next morning, I was convinced horses were created purely to torture people.Every part of my body ached. Not just one place. Everywhere. My back hurt, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, and I was fairly certain there were muscles in my body I had never used before this journey that now hated me personally. Even sitting still in the saddle hurt at this point.I would have given anything for a hot bath.Not even a luxurious one. Just warm water deep enough to sink into and stay there for an hour. Maybe longer. I wanted to wash the dust from my skin, the smell of horse from my clothes, and whatever part of my soul had died somewhere along this road.Instead, I was once again riding through endless stretches of land while the morning wind hit my face and the horse beneath me continued its personal mission of ruining my life.I did not know how much longer I could take this.Ride all day. Stop at night. Set up camp. Sleep for a few hours. Wa
The first light of dawn crept across the camp, brushing over the torn tents and the wounded lying in quiet rows. Smoke still lingered in the air, faint but bitter, like the taste of something burned beyond repair. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I stepped out of the healer’s
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I scanned the camp. Fae soldiers fought bravely, their swords flashing in the dim light. But every time they struck a shadow, it only slowed down, reforming moments later. Their blades — their weapons — did nothing. Except Corin’s. Even through the haze
I shot upright, my heart slamming against my ribs. For a second, I thought I’d imagined it. But then came another—shrill, desperate. The camp was in chaos. I could hear shouting, the clinking of metal, the thunder of boots pounding against the dirt. My pulse raced as fear clawed up my throa
I sighed, trying not to roll my eyes. “ Yes, ma’am,” I muttered under my breath. Corin chuckled quietly beside me, which earned him one of Elara’s sharper looks. “ And you,” she said, pointing at him, “ should know better than to encourage her.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almos







