Echoes of Requiem

Eva Blackthorn stood at the edge of the golden bridge, her heart pounding in rhythm with the soft roar of the crowds below. The ceremonial silk she wore shimmered, concealing the datapads and hidden poisons sewn into its folds. The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price.

She glanced at the forged credentials in her hands, which proclaimed her as the Eastern Dominion’s "peace bride," a symbol of a ten-year ceasefire between empires. But inside her, the truth burned cold: she wasn’t the real bride. That girl had died weeks ago, leaving Eva to step into her place.

The capital’s grandeur loomed around her—gleaming towers casting long shadows, and the quiet whispers of nobility wrapped in wealth and deceit. A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curiosity.

Among them stood Ryder Coldclaw, his amber eyes fixed on her as he watched the procession. His gaze was sharp, calculating, a predator eyeing prey. He didn’t flinch, not even when their eyes met across the distance. Eva forced a neutral expression, but beneath her composed exterior, her mind raced. Her pulse quickened, the bitter taste of iron in the back of her throat. He was dangerous. She could sense it in the way his stare held her, like a wolf sizing up its next move.

Something was off, she knew. The slight delay in her heartbeat, the guarded way she held herself—it wasn’t the way an Omega should behave. Ryder, too, felt the tension in the air, something that didn’t fit the picture-perfect facade of a marriage meant to end bloodshed.

Eva catalogued the route of her procession in her mind, tracking the number of guards, the distance to the nearest escape route, the exact position of every hidden blade in the crowd. She had a mission, a single objective that burned through her thoughts: find her missing sister. And she had no intention of letting a marriage to the Empire’s most feared general become her prison.

The trumpets sounded once more, signaling the end of the ceremony, and papers were signed. A marriage bond was forged, binding two strangers in union. The crowd erupted into applause, but Eva heard nothing. Her mind was far away, already tracing the steps she would need to take to uncover the truth. To survive.

Ryder’s gaze didn’t soften, though something—curiosity? Caution?—flickered beneath the surface. Eva didn’t trust him, not yet. But one thing was certain: neither of them had come here for peace.