Mag-log inZade
The 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, colEiraThe Avenue of Triumph, Blackwood's widest and most magnificent boulevard, leading directly to the gates of the royal palace, stretched silently before us.When I had first walked this road months ago, I had been dragged through the mud.Back then, I had felt the mocking, contemptuous, or simply indifferent gazes of the crowd against my skin, while claustrophobia and sheer terror suffocated me between the towering stone walls.Back then, Zade had been nothing more than a dark, merciless prince, and I had been nobody. Just a filthy little thief from the streets, lifted out of misery by the whim of a dragon.But now, everything had changed.It was no longer a prisoner stumbling across the cobblestones.It was a conqueror.Zade's hand was tightly intertwined with mine. Our footsteps echoed in perfect unison along the empty street.The citizens of the city, merchants, craftsmen, women, and children, watched us from the windows of their homes and t
EiraThe icy breath of dawn slowly crept beneath the tent flaps, chilling the air, but the mere presence of the man standing beside me drove away every trace of cold.Zade silently helped me fasten the straps of my black leather armor. His fingers moved with practiced speed, yet every time I brushed against his skin, I felt the restrained, scorching tension pulsing inside him.Today, we weren't fighting on some deserted field of snow.Today, we were marching into the heart of the empire, into Blackwood, to tear away the last chains King Toric had placed upon his people and upon us.When the final buckle clicked into place, Zade didn't step back.He rested his hands on my hips and pressed his forehead against mine. The dark gold of dragonfire burned in his eyes."Are you ready?" he asked hoarsely.His voice was barely more than a whisper, yet it thundered through my chest like war drums."With you, always," I answered, placing my palm against his a
EiraThe snow melted slowly but relentlessly into a sea of mud beneath our boots and the horses' hooves.As we left behind the frozen world of the Black Glaciers, carved from obsidian, the pine forests and rocky hills of the empire's central territories gradually took on warmer autumn colors. But the road we traveled was anything but peaceful. Fifteen thousand people marched behind us. The clatter of weapons, the neighing of packhorses, and the heavy, rhythmic pounding of footsteps shook the earth as though a continuous, slow earthquake were accompanying us south.Our army was a living, breathing paradox.On the right side of the marching column walked the veterans of the Southern Legion, their black and gold armor still bearing scratches from the northern battle. On the left marched the eastern rebels, the miners, and the warriors of the mountain clans, dressed in ragged cloaks but filled with a terrifying, raw determination.A week ago, they would have slaughte
EiraBy the third day of our march, the frozen black cliffs of the Valley of Sighs were slowly disappearing behind us.The landscape gradually softened. The barren fields of ice and merciless northern winds gave way to vast forests of ancient pine trees covered in snow.The army of ten thousand, winding like a serpent along the mountain roads, presented a sight unlike anything the empire had ever witnessed.The soldiers of the Southern Legion, who had once marched in the king's black and gold armor, now walked beside the freed prisoners of the eastern mines and the savage, fur clad warriors of the mountain clans.Distrust still lingered among the ranks.I saw the suspicious glances exchanged around the campfires and heard the hushed arguments, but discipline held.No one dared draw a weapon against another.Not only because of General Vane's strict orders and the authority of Rurik, the clan leader, but also because of the two gigantic shadows moving
Eira In the thick, sulfurous steam of the volcanic chamber, morning arrived not with light, but with a subtle change in temperature. I lay beneath the heavy fur blankets, every inch of my body weighed down by the exhausting physical and magical trials of the previous days. Yet a deep, unfamiliar peace spread through my bones, a tranquility I had never known before. The runes of the Ancient Focus on my skin, the emerald green and midnight black vines stretching from my collarbone all the way down to my left thigh, no longer burned. They pulsed softly in a quiet rhythm matching my heartbeat, blending with the breathing of the man lying behind me. Zade's chest was pressed against my back. His arm encircled my waist with the strength of an iron grip, yet with infinite care, his hand resting directly on my stomach. I could feel the scorching dragonfire radiating from his skin, a warmth that could have protected me even
Zade Our kiss tasted of ash, blood, and a scorched sky. When I slowly, reluctantly pulled away from Eira's lips, the world around us was still frozen in the surreal, silent paralysis left behind by the destruction of the Twin Flame. At the entrance to the gorge, molten obsidian hissed and glowed red in the freezing wind, sending columns of black steam toward the gray sky. Where my father, the dreaded King Toric, and his enormous red dragon, Balerion, had stood only minutes earlier, there was nothing left. Just a gaping, glass-scorched crater where the shattered ice barricade had once been. And twenty paces away, another smoking depression that had swallowed Caspian. It was over. Decades of poison, murderous intrigues woven through the palace's dark corridors, the lashes of whips, and the commands enforced through blood magic had all burned to nothing in a single blinding storm of green and black fire. The woman in my arms suddenly trembled. I immediately looked down at her. Eira's
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







