LOGINRavena's POV I held Erik, my tears soaking into his hair."I'm so sorry," I whispered over and over. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault. All of it."Erik pulled back slightly and looked at me with those haunted eyes. Then he shook his head and reached for the paper and the brush again, his hand still trembling from exhaustion.
Ravena's POV After our discussion, Evander sent for a physician.An older man arrived within the hour, carrying a worn leather bag, and moving with the calm efficiency of someone who had seen everything.He examined Erik thoroughly, checking his injuries, his leg, his throat, his overall condition.
Ravena's POV We rode without stopping. Without rest. Without mercy for ourselves or the horses.The journey to Ironhold would normally take a full day. But we covered the distance in half that time.By the time the city walls came into view, the horses were lathered with sweat. We were exhausted, but none of that mattered.
Ravena's POV Evander's words broke something inside me.All the grief I had buried. All the pain I had locked away. All the guilt I had carried for years.It all came pouring out."My brother," I gasped between tears. "He might have left someone behind. A son. His fle
Ravena's POV After the meeting ended, I couldn't bear to be around anyone, so I walked to the balcony and sat on the stone bench overlooking the gardens.My thoughts were a tangled mess, filled with the elders' words, the discussion of heirs, and the memories of my family.All of it swirled together until I could not separate one thought from another.
Ravena's POV The situation with Princess Elara escalated far beyond what anyone expected.Despite my decision not to reveal the truth publicly, despite knowing she was just a pawn manipulated by Duchess Marianne, the damage was already done.Rumours had spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom with twisted stories. And Princess Elara at the center of it all.
Ravena's POVEvander blinked slowly, and then without a word, he turned away. He poured something from a small kettle into a metal cup and held it out to me. “Drink this.”I hesitated, staring at the steam that curled above it. “What is it?”“It’s tea,” he replied flatly. “For your nerves. You are
Ravena’s POV“I… I…” I started to respond, but I stopped as he raised his hand.“Bastian!” Evander suddenly shouted. “State the code. Is there any rule that forbids women from being on the front line?”Bastian stepped forward. “None, Your Highness. Trials are the same for all recruits.”Evander’s g
Ravena's POVAfter returning to Moonveil, I did not rest. Instead, I went straight to my chamber, pulled out an old leather bag, and began stuffing in what little I needed. I packed a few clothes, some dried meat, bread wrapped in cloth, and a flask of water. I knew I had to go alone. If I stayed o
Ravena's POVAt that moment, the sound of my own heartbeat filled my ears. His light brown eyes made me uneasy, and I hated how I suddenly gasped.He looked so different from the boy I had heard about in my father’s stories. A beard now adorned his chin, his hair tied back at the nape of his neck,







