Ferra’s Threat
Xavier didn’t return to the palace wing immediately.
He needed air.
He needed control.
The garden path twisted beneath his boots, the chill in the air biting at his collar as he moved deeper into the maze of hedges. He kept walking until he reached the eastern courtyard, where shadows clung to pillars like sleeping guards, and the moonlight barely touched the stones.
Ferra’s voice still clung to his mind.
“I want access… I won’t bite the hand that feeds me. But I do expect more than crumbs.”
He paced like a caged beast, eyes darting, jaw clenched.
What would Blythe say if she knew?
What would she lose if the court found out?
He’d survived assassins. Battles. Hunts in enemy forests. But nothing made him feel this cornered.
Except himself.
His fractured and dark reflection in the fountain shimmere
CERES’S GAME BEGINSA Question Left UnansweredThe sitting room smelled of roses and cinnamon bread. Morning light filtered through stained glass windows, painting the floor in soft hues of crimson and violet. Blythe sat in her favorite carved chair, legs crossed, sipping tea with the calm precision of someone who needed calm more than caffeine.Ceres sat across from her, nibbling on a honeyed biscuit, watching. Not the room. Not the window. Her mother.“You’ve been quieter lately,” Blythe said, not looking up.“Have I?” Ceres asked, lifting her cup.&nb
THE BLOOD MAPArrival at the Forgotten FortThe wind howled between the cliffs like a hungry beast. Xavier's cloak, stiff with frost, whipped behind him as he trudged through the narrow gorge. Snowflakes swirled in the air, catching in his lashes and clinging to his boots. His breath came in clouds, and each step echoed in the dead silence of the mountains.Ironstep, his horse, refused to go any further. The terrain had narrowed into uneven stone ridges lined with skeletal trees. The animal's ears were pinned back, and it snorted restlessly, hooves digging into the snow."Stay here," Xavier murmured, patting the steed's flank. "If I'm not back by nightfall… burn t
THE KINGMAKER'S SMILEThe Uninvited GuestThe storm had passed, but the sky still hung heavy with bruised clouds. Inside her private study, Queen Blythe sat at her writing table, head bent over a scroll of outdated border treaties. Candles flickered on the edges of her desk, casting golden ripples over ink-stained maps, abandoned council drafts, and a half-drunk pot of tea that had gone cold hours ago.She barely noticed the knock.Soft. Polite. Too polite.She didn't answer.The door creaked open anyway.
THE SILENT PATHMountain Crossing—The Path That Doesn't EchoThe path narrowed as Xavier climbed higher into the Emberwild's jagged throat. The morning air bit into his skin, and the mist that clung to the pines felt alive—watching.His horse, a black-coated gelding named Ironstep, snorted uneasily."We keep going," Xavier muttered, patting its flank. "I don't care what the trees said."The trail curled up a stone ridge, barely wide enough for one horse. Boulders jutted out like ribs, and frost crusted the branches above. His breath fogged in front of him, but no echo returned. Not even from the steady clop of
THE RAVEN WATCHESXavier on the RoadThe forest whispered like it was trying to warn him.Xavier's horse moved through the fog-slicked trail with careful steps, hooves muffled by the damp moss covering the ground. Trees loomed on either side, their bare branches clawing at the sky. He adjusted his cloak and reached for the compass beneath his tunic."Off track by half a mile," he muttered, nudging the horse gently.The wind stirred.And then he saw it.A shadow in the sky.
LAST GOODBYE?The Secret Passage“You shouldn’t be here.”Xavier froze in the archway, his breath fogging in the cold. The candle on the desk flickered as Blythe rose from her chair, her voice low but sharp.“I know,” he said.She didn’t move. “If someone sees you…”“They won’t.” He stepped into the room, the shadows closing behind him like a curtain. “I used the passage behind the old chapel. No one patrols there anymore.”