LOGINRavena's POV
The morning after the banquet, I woke feeling lighter than I had in weeks.
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Ravena'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.
Astrid's POVAs soon as we neared our tent, the anger in my chest boiled over. I didn’t wait and turned to face Lucien.“This is a joke,” I spat. “Did you see what just happened in there? Did you see how he gave her command? Like she earned it?”Lucien didn’t answer right away. He just adjusted the
Ravena's POVIt wasn't a question. It was a command that didn’t allow refusal.Astrid froze in that moment, and I saw in her eyes the exact moment the fight left her. Her pride melted under the weight of Evander’s dominance.She quickly lowered her head, her gaze dropping to the floor like it had b
Ravena's POVAt first, I felt nothing but rage.Rage in my chest. Rage in my throat. Rage burning behind my eyes.Seeing Lucien standing beside Astrid like they were a perfect match, like they had built something real… when all they had done was destroy me.My hands tightened into fists as Astrid’s
Ravena's POVAstrid tilted her head, a proud expression on her face like she had just won something cruel. I saw the way her lips twitched like she was about to smile, and that smug look made me want to tear her apart.But when I looked to the side and saw Evander watching me, his gaze calm but loc







