LOGINZade
Afternoon sunlight poured through the healing room’s enormous glass windows in thick golden bands. Fine dust drifted through the air, and the fire in the hearth had burned down to glowing embers, filling the room with a lazy, pleasant warmth.For one moment, perhaps for the first time in my life, perfect peace surrounded me.Leaning back in my chair, I watched Eira.She was half-sitting in bed, her back supported by soft pillows. Healthy color had retuZadeThe borderlands of No Man’s Land were every bit as merciless as the legends claimed.The pine forests had long since given way to a kingdom of barren black cliffs and eternal snow, where the wind didn’t simply blow—it sliced through flesh like countless frozen blades.My warhorse had finally given out.Two miles earlier, it had collapsed to its knees in the snow, its lungs rasping desperately for the thin, icy air. I couldn’t bring myself to drive it any farther. I left it sheltered inside a narrow rock crevice with the last handful of grain I had left.From there, I continued on foot.Each step sank to my knees in untouched snow. My legs felt as though they were made of lead, yet the inferno burning inside me refused to let me stop for even a heartbeat.The bond inside my chest continued to pull with ruthless force.That distorted connection a few minutes ago had nearly driven me insane.When I le
EiraThe cold wasn’t merely in the air.It had burrowed into my bones, as if death itself were breathing over me from the darkness.When my consciousness slowly clawed its way back through agony, the first thing I felt was the freezing, damp stone floor pressed against my cheek.Every inch of my body screamed in pain.The memory of the fall came back in shattered fragments: the swirling black storm, the deadly arrows forged from ice, Noctis’ desperate, agonized roar… and then the plunge into suffocating nothingness.Noctis.Instinctively, I reached for my dragon through our bond.Only dull, deafening emptiness answered.He wasn’t dead—I would have felt that. I would have died with him.But something… or someone… was blocking his presence.Groaning, I tried to push myself upright.My muscles barely obeyed.The moment I braced myself on my hand, a faint greenish-white g
ZadeThe rhythmic, deafening thunder of my warhorse’s hooves matched the relentless beat of the dark madness pounding inside my skull.I had been riding for four days.For four days I had barely slept, barely eaten, and not allowed myself a single moment of rest.My body hovered on the edge of complete exhaustion. My muscles felt as heavy as lead, dragging me down with every mile, yet the fury raging inside me refused to let me stop.I had left the empire behind.The King’s soldiers.My father’s threats.Everything that had once been my life.Only the merciless northern wind mattered now, slicing across my face like a thousand tiny frozen daggers. My heavy wool cloak was soaked with morning mist, but I barely noticed the cold.Hell burned inside me.Eira had left.And she had taken Noctis with her.I clenched my teeth and gripped the reins so hard that the leather of
EiraFreedom was ice cold.And it carried the suffocating taste of guilt.High above the clouds, where the noise of the world could no longer reach us, the wind lashed against my face like thousands of tiny needles piercing my skin. My chattering teeth kept rhythm with the tension twisting inside me.Noctis’ enormous wings beat through the sky with regal, unstoppable power, carrying us farther away from the southern plains, the smoke of war, the King’s gilded cage…And him.Zade.I squeezed my eyes shut, yet I saw him even more clearly in the darkness.The way he had looked at me after our victory.Those blue eyes burning with fierce, possessive pride.The face I had abandoned in the dim healing chamber, leaving behind nothing but a single black dagger on my pillow.You betrayed him, my conscience whispered.You took away his dragon.You took away yourself.A
ZadeThe cold woke me.Not the familiar chill that seeped from the stone walls every night, but something far deeper.An emptiness spreading from the center of my chest, as though someone had ripped away a vital piece of my heart.Blinking, I opened my eyes to the dim healing chamber.The fire in the hearth had long since died, leaving only gray ash behind.The hand that had been wrapped around Eira’s wrist now rested against an empty, cold sheet.I sat upright.The chair creaked beneath the sudden movement.“Eira?”My voice was rough with sleep.Silence answered.The suffocating kind of silence that never meant anything good.I shot to my feet, my pulse instantly pounding in my throat.My eyes swept across the room.Behind the dressing screen, her clothes were gone.Her shadowsteel sword still lay untouched at the foot of the bed, but her b
EiraThe palace never truly slept.The dull sound of guards’ boots always echoed through the corridors, while the invisible machinery of power and intrigue hummed between the walls.But here, in the dimness of the healing room, beneath the flickering light of the wall torches, the silence felt almost tangible.I lay awake, staring at the dark beams of the ceiling.Every moment of that afternoon replayed in my mind again and again.The King’s icy, calculating gaze.Zade’s desperate, furious roar.The sound of shadowsteel drawn against his own father.Slowly, I turned my head.Zade was asleep in the armchair beside me.Exhaustion had finally defeated his stubborn will. His head had fallen back, his face relaxed, but even in sleep one of his hands still held my wrist, as though he feared the darkness would swallow me again if he let go.Even now, breathing quietly, there was some
Zade The crystal glass was cold in my hand, the deep red wine inside it still as a mountain lake. I stood beside the fireplace staring into the flames, but I did not see them. All I saw was that defiant pair of green eyes that had poisoned me with hatred barely an hour ago. "She has to lear
Eira The slam of the iron door was not just a sound. It felt as if the entire world had split in two and I had been left on the worse side. As the echo of Zade's footsteps slowly faded and disappeared, the silence settled on my shoulders like heavy black lead. I was alone. Alone with noth
Eira The silence in the room was not peaceful. It was suffocating. I listened to the prince's steady deep breathing from the massive bed across the room, and every beat of my heart told me the same thing. Run. Now or never. I waited. It felt like hours before I dared to move. Moonlight st
Eira The darkness was not friendly. It felt as if heavy weights pressed down on my chest while the walls moved closer inch by inch, ready to crush me completely. Then suddenly there was air. Cold, clean air filled my lungs, carrying the scent of mint and pine. My eyelids trembled. The







