LOGINPOV: AVA“Say it again,” I said. “Slowly.”The soldier lay on the healer’s cot, his face gray under the lamplight. They had cleaned the cut on his cheek, but his hands still wouldn’t stop shaking. I pulled a stool beside him and sat down myself. I didn’t want him looking up at a queen. I wanted him to see someone who was listening.“They called him Your Highness,” he whispered. “Only once. But I heard it.”Your Highness. Not a raider’s title. Not a bandit’s. Someone with blood, or at least with a name that men would obey.I kept my face still. A dozen faces from the defeated royal families flashed through my mind, and I pushed every one of them away. I knew what it felt like to be judged by other people’s guesses. I wasn’t going to do that to someone else.“Tell me what you remember about him.”“Not much.” He licked his dry lips. “Dark coat over his uniform. His face was half covered. He never touched a weapon. He just stood back and watched while the others took the wagon.”“Did he s
POV: AVA“My Queen, you need to come now.”I hadn’t even finished my tea. Mira stood in the doorway, out of breath, and in all the time I had known him, I had never seen him run.“What happened?”“The supply convoy. The one headed down the eastern road.” He swallowed. “It was stopped.”Days of silence from the East, and this was their answer.My stomach dropped. That convoy carried food, medicine, and blankets for the families the war had left with nothing. I had signed the order myself.“Where are the soldiers?”“Most of them are back at the gate.” His eyes met mine. “Two men are missing, and one wagon was taken.”I was already on my feet, my tea left cold and forgotten behind me.In the courtyard, the escort stood in a ragged cluster, dust on their faces, hands still shaking. Their commander told it quickly. A group of men had blocked the road. They wore the colours of Raymond’s old territory. They hadn’t swung a single blade at first. They only wanted two things. They wanted the re
AVA“I’m done guessing,” I said, and pushed the pile of reports toward Mira. “Every meeting we spend arguing about whether the East will attack. I want to know what they’re actually worried about.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “You want me to sort it?”“By what’s really in the papers. Not what we’re scared of.” I tapped the top page. “They’re angry about the kings. They don’t know who’ll lead them now. And they don’t know what Silvercrest expects from them. Start there.”“I can group it that way,” he said. “But I can’t tell you how many people feel each thing. Not yet.”“Then say so. We don’t have to pretend we know more than we do.” I rubbed my eyes. “I just want the council to answer what’s real, not what keeps us awake.”He nodded and began to sort the pages.My advisers didn’t like it. The woman with the sharp voice crossed her arms before I even finished explaining.“Make them say they accept you first,” she said. “Then let them ask questions. Otherwise you’re handing them permission
POV: AVA“Has anything come back?” I asked.Mira shook his head before I finished the question. “Nothing formal, my Queen. No acknowledgment or refusal.”“Do the reports say why?”“No.” He set the papers down. “And I’d warn you again. Don’t assume every territory is ignoring you on purpose.”I looked at the empty corner of my desk where an answer should have been. Days had passed since the message left Silvercrest. In that time, the East had given me nothing at all.“Check that it arrived,” I said. “I want to know if the silence is a choice or a problem with the channels we used. And separate what the palace has confirmed from what people are only repeating. Some of them may have their own reasons for painting the East as one united enemy.”An adviser cleared his throat. “Your Majesty, with respect, you’re being too patient. A queen who waits for every answer lets her enemies set the pace.”“I’m not waiting to protect this kingdom,” I said. “The army is preparing. The palace is gather
POV: AVA“I don’t want a speech,” I told the council. “I want answers.”My advisers stared at me. They had walked into the chamber expecting orders. Instead, I had asked them how Silvercrest should explain the elders’ sentence if a neighboring territory challenged it.“Your Majesty,” the old man said carefully, “do you want us to reconsider the judgment?”“No. I want to know what we can prove. And how we separate what one man did from what his whole kingdom did.”The room went quiet. I let the silence stretch, because I had learned that silence made people honest. Someone shifted in a chair. The woman with the sharp voice frowned.“The decision is already final,” she said. “Going back over it will only make you look unsure.”“Refusing to look at your own reasoning isn’t confidence,” I said. “It’s fear wearing a crown. I made my judgment. Now I need to know what holds it up, and what my enemies will try to knock down.”Mira helped me gather what the palace already had. We went through
AVA“Tell me what we actually know,” I said. “Not what we’re afraid of.”Mira laid three reports across the table. The sun had barely risen, and I had already read each one twice. “The Eastern territories are talking,” he said. “That part is certain. But nothing says every pack has agreed to stand against you.”“Then who’s talking?”“Some are waiting to see what you do next. Some are worried about what happens now that their rulers are gone. A few might be using the confusion to protect their own interests.” He tapped the page. “They didn’t all have the same relationship with Raymond or the other kings. Shared grief doesn’t mean shared loyalty.”“So we shouldn’t treat them like one enemy.”“No, my Queen. I’d warn you against it.”I nodded. I had no plan to send soldiers after people who hadn’t lifted a hand against me. But I also wasn’t going to pretend the East was calm. Four kingdoms had lost their rulers. Calm wasn’t something that happened after that.My advisers filled the chambe







