ANMELDENTimothee's POVWe spent the rest of that week in careful, detailed conversation with Lady Ysolde and the small delegation she'd brought, comparing historical records, cross-referencing dates and details neither kingdom's archives had fully understood in isolation.The work fell into a rhythm none of us had expected, long mornings in the archive followed by afternoons spent testing theories against each other, occasionally interrupted by genuine excitement when some overlooked detail finally clicked into place against a matching fragment from the other kingdom's records. It felt less like diplomacy and more like collaborative discovery, the careful formality of Lady Ysolde's initial arrival slowly giving way to something closer to genuine partnership.Enid worked alongside Vaelith's own chief archivist for hours at a stretch, the two of them bent over documents from both kingdoms, occasionally calling out discoveries that made the rest of us stop whatever we were doing to come listen.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED Mercy's POVWe reconvened the following morning in a smaller chamber, just the five of us, Timothee, Corin, Kaelen, Lady Ysolde, and myself, the formality of the previous day's audience replaced with something more careful and exploratory.I'd barely slept, my mind turning over everything Lady Ysolde had hinted at the day before, the weight of the crown's mark on my palm feeling suddenly heavier than it had in weeks, as though it too understood something significant was about to be discussed. Timothee had noticed my restlessness before dawn and hadn't pushed me to explain it, simply sat with me in the quiet until the sky began to lighten."Tell us what you know," Corin said, "and we'll decide what kind of relationship makes sense once we understand what's actually on the table."Lady Ysolde considered that for a long moment before nodding. "Vaelith's archives contain accounts of three prior instances of this prophecy manifesting across neighboring kingdoms, not jus
Timothee's POVVaelith's response to our declined trade proposal arrived not as another letter, but as an envoy, a formal delegation announced three weeks after we'd sent our joint refusal, requesting an audience to discuss what their message called "matters of mutual interest that correspondence alone cannot adequately address."The announcement itself caused more stir in the palace than I'd expected, staff and council members alike buzzing with speculation about what exactly Vaelith intended, given the decade of strained silence between our two kingdoms. I found myself almost grateful for the distraction, something new to focus the palace's collective attention that wasn't rehashing the trial or the coronation yet again."That's either a genuine attempt at diplomacy," Kaelen said, reviewing the formal request with the same careful attention he brought to everything these days, "or a much more sophisticated version of the same pressure they applied with the original letter.""We won'
Corin's POVThe letter arrived twelve days after we'd sent ours, carried by the same guard captain who'd been assigned to oversee our father's remote holding, his expression carefully neutral as he handed it over in the privacy of the small study Timothee and I had taken to sharing.Twelve days had felt like a long time to wait, longer than the trial itself in some ways, each morning bringing a fresh calculation of whether silence meant he hadn't received our letter, hadn't found the words, or simply didn't intend to respond at all. I'd tried not to let myself hope for too much. Hope, I'd learned over the past three months, had a way of making disappointment sharper than it needed to be.I didn't open it right away. I sat with it for the better part of an hour, turning it over in my hands, some old instinct still half expecting it to be another careful justification, another argument dressed up as regret. When I finally broke the seal, my hands weren't entirely steady, and I was grate
Timothee's POVMercy brought us the translated document two days later, Enid's authentication confirming its age placed it solidly within the historical period it claimed to describe, old enough to predate any convenient political motive for fabricating a more comfortable version of the prophecy.I'd spent those two days trying not to hope too hard for exactly this outcome, aware that hope built on an unverified fragment could collapse just as easily as it had risen. But watching Mercy walk into our morning session with the document carefully protected in her hands, something in her expression already told me before she said a word that whatever she'd found had held up under scrutiny.Corin read it twice, the same careful, thorough way he approached everything that mattered to him, before setting it down on the table between us."If this is accurate," he said slowly, "then what our father did wasn't just cruel. It was exactly backward. He created the danger he thought he was preventin
Mercy's POVI spent the days after the Vaelith letter buried in the palace archives, working alongside the same historians who'd tried and failed to confirm or deny the former king's warning during the trial, hoping that a second pass with fresh eyes might turn up something the first search had missed.The archive smelled like dust and old paper, a smell I'd grown strangely fond of over the past weeks, some part of me finding comfort in the idea that answers existed somewhere in all this accumulated history, even if they were taking their time revealing themselves. I'd started arriving before the historians most mornings, unable to shake the feeling that time mattered more than any of us were willing to say out loud."You're looking for confirmation," Enid said, watching me work through a stack of texts older than the current dynasty itself. "Or denial. Either would help, at this point.""I'm looking for anything that isn't a shrug," I admitted. "The uncertainty is what worries me mor







