LOGINCelesteThe silence lasted only a heartbeat.Then the Imperial Vanguard stopped.Thousands of soldiers froze as one.Their lines stretched from one end of the valley to the other. Shield walls stood six ranks deep. Long spears pointed toward the sky like a forest of steel.No one spoke.No one moved.A rider emerged from the center of their formation.His horse was black from mane to hoof.Its armor gleamed like polished obsidian.The rider wore no crest.No colors marked his allegiance beyond the black cloak flowing behind him.A silver wolf had been engraved across his breastplate.He rode forward alone.Neither army challenged him.Even the wounded seemed afraid to breathe.The horse halted halfway between the three forces.The rider removed his helmet.Dark hair.Sharp features.Cold gray eyes.He couldn't have been older than thirty.Yet the confidence in his posture belonged to someone who had never known defeat.The commander's face hardened."I know him.""Who is he?""Marshal
Celeste "No!" The command tore from both our throats at the same time. Neither army listened. The first soldiers reached the ridge. Steel crashed against steel. The silence shattered. The commander shoved me away. I stumbled back as one of his men lunged between us, shield raised. His sword came down toward my head. I sidestepped. My dagger slipped beneath his arm. He gasped. His weapon clattered onto the rocks as he collapsed. "Protect the commander!" The cry echoed across the ridge. Half a dozen enemy soldiers surged forward. Before they reached me, my own men crashed into them. Captain Rowan slammed his shield into the first attacker, sending him sprawling over the edge of the slope. Sergeant Elric buried his axe in another man's shoulder. The ridge dissolved into chaos. Blood sprayed across the stones. The commander looked as furious as I felt. "I gave the order!" he roared. "Stand down!" No one obeyed. Battle fever had taken them. Reason had vanished.
Celeste"No!"The command tore from both our throats at the same time.Neither army listened.The first soldiers reached the ridge.Steel crashed against steel.The silence shattered.The commander shoved me away.I stumbled back as one of his men lunged between us, shield raised.His sword came down toward my head.I sidestepped.My dagger slipped beneath his arm.He gasped.His weapon clattered onto the rocks as he collapsed."Protect the commander!"The cry echoed across the ridge.Half a dozen enemy soldiers surged forward.Before they reached me, my own men crashed into them.Captain Rowan slammed his shield into the first attacker, sending him sprawling over the edge of the slope.Sergeant Elric buried his axe in another man's shoulder.The ridge dissolved into chaos.Blood sprayed across the stones.The commander looked as furious as I felt."I gave the order!" he roared."Stand down!"No one obeyed.Battle fever had taken them.Reason had vanished.He cut down one of my soldie
CelesteHis sword dipped.Only by an inch.It was enough.I rolled toward my fallen weapon, fingers scraping across the hilt.Steel kissed my palm.I came up swinging.He barely managed to intercept the strike.The impact drove him back two steps.His injured shoulder sagged.The arrow protruded through the joint, the shaft trembling with every movement.Whoever had fired it knew exactly where to aim.Not to kill.To break his rhythm.Rage flashed across his face.He snapped the shaft with one hand and let the broken wood fall.The arrowhead remained buried beneath the armor.Ignoring the pain, he raised his sword again."You've got loyal soldiers.""So do you."Below us, someone shouted."Archers! Hold your fire!"Another voice answered from the enemy ranks."No one interferes!"Neither army moved.Hundreds watched from the blood-soaked hillside.No one dared dishonor the duel.The commander attacked again.His speed hadn't vanished.But it had changed.His left arm no longer moved f
CelesteOur swords met before either of us finished the first step.The impact echoed across the ridge.He drove forward.I gave ground.Not because I had to.Because I wanted him committed.His blade came from the left.I caught it.He reversed the strike instantly, aiming for my ribs.Steel scraped steel as I twisted my wrist.Sparks burst between us.He spun with the momentum, his cloak sweeping across the stones.The next strike came from an angle I'd never seen before.I barely caught it.The force numbed my fingers.He was changing his rhythm.No longer measured.No longer testing.He wanted this finished.Good.So did I.I stepped inside his guard.Our shoulders slammed together.His breath escaped in a sharp grunt.I drove the pommel of my sword toward his temple.He ducked.The blow glanced off his helmet instead.He answered with a savage knee to my stomach.Air exploded from my lungs.Pain folded through my body.I stumbled back.He didn't hesitate.His sword flashed again.
CelesteSteel met steel.The impact rang through my arm.He didn't test my guard.He attacked to kill.Three strikes came in quick succession.High.Low.Then a thrust aimed straight for my heart.I turned the blade aside and stepped to my left. The point slipped past my ribs close enough for me to feel the rush of air.Fast.Faster than anyone I'd faced in years.His sword flowed back into guard without a wasted movement.No flourish.No arrogance.Only precision.Good.Those were the opponents worth remembering.He advanced again.I answered.Our blades collided in a blur, each searching for an opening the other refused to give.Around us, the battle continued.The clash of armies faded beneath the sharp rhythm of steel striking steel.He feinted toward my shoulder.I didn't bite.Instead, I drove my boot into his knee.He twisted away before the kick landed cleanly, losing only a step.A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth."You learn quickly.""I've had good teachers.""
Edgar I sank to one knee, pressing a hand to the marble beneath me. The ground felt impossibly cold, like it was trying to swallow everything I’d built,,and everything I’d lost. Smoke curled around the columns, twisting in ribbons, clinging to the banners that were already singed at the edges. Th
Celeste The cellar felt tighter with him standing there.Not just because Edgar had grown into himself — broader shoulders, heavier presence — but because the air between them was crowded with things neither of them had ever said out loud.Celeste stayed where she was on the last step.Too close w
EdgarThey cleared the bodies first.That was the order I gave, though my voice sounded distant to my own ears, like it belonged to someone watching this from far away. The marble floors of the great hall reemerged slowly beneath the blood, water sloshing in dull red streaks as servants worked with
Edgar Celeste didn’t move at first. She simply let the weight of my words settle into the chamber like smoke, thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. Her chin lifted a fraction, and the quiet authority in that small gesture made the council stiffen even further. They were used to her composur







