LOGINI didn't stop to think. I didn't care about the freezing wind or the thousands of soldiers screaming around us. My feet tore through the cold mud, throwing me straight toward the rocky edge of the canyon cliff."Amelia, no! Stop!" Alexander yelled from behind me.I heard his heavy boots pounding the dirt behind me, but I didn't slow down for a single second. Below us, the mountain river crashed through the sharp black rocks like an angry beast. White foam sprayed high into the dark air, and the water roared so loudly it shook the very ground beneath my boots.The silver-bound box carrying our royal seal was somewhere in those deadly white rapids. If Valerius found that seal first, he could claim our kingdom, name himself ruler, and wipe out every last person who stood in his way. But worse than that, my father was riding deeper into the mountain fog with my baby boy, leaving me behind in this living nightmare."Get to the riverbank!" Lord Valerius bellowed from the top of the stone br
I stepped out of the shadows and felt the sharp mountain wind hit my face like an ice-cold slap. My hand held the leather grip of my broadsword so hard my knuckles turned raw and white."I am right here, Evelyn," I said. My voice did not shake.Evelyn turned her head toward me. Her dark green eyes–the exact same eyes I saw in the mirror every single morning–flashed with a cold, sickly hatred."Kill them!" she shrieked, pointing her bloody dagger at my heart. "Bring me their heads!"The camp erupted. Hundreds of southern guards drew their heavy iron swords, shouting as they charged down the dirt slope toward us."Bryn, now!" Alexander yelled.Behind us, the ground seemed to split open. High Chieftain Bryn and forty of our best mountain warriors poured out of the dark drainage grating like a wave of wild fire. They locked their heavy wooden shields together, slamming into the first row of southern guards with a crash that sounded like thunder."Get Sophia!" I shouted to Julian.I didn't
The red message dripped slowly down the damp stone wall of the root cellar, catching the flickering yellow light of Julian’s torch.Amelia stared at the words until her eyes burned. I have your sister. If you ever want to see Sophia alive again, bring Alexander's crown to the Iron Pass alone."Evelyn..." Amelia whispered, her voice cracking as her fingers brushed against the bloody silk scarf in Victoria's hands. "She was inside the fortress the whole time we were fighting at the gates. She used the old mountain drainage tunnels to slip in and out.""And she took Sophia," Victoria sobbed, burying her face against Julian’s broad shoulder as her entire frame shook. "Sophia didn't even have her winter cloak. She was just sitting by the hearth when they broke through the paneling."Alexander stepped into the cellar, leaning heavily against the stone doorframe. His face was still pale from the poison, but the golden willow juice Thomas had left behind was already working its magic, restori
The cold rain slashed through the dark pine trees, stinging Amelia’s face as she stared across the muddy path outside the shattered gate.Fifty dark-armored riders sat silently on their snorting warhorses, their iron broadswords drawn and gleaming under the orange light of a dozen pitch torches. At their front stood a tall, broad-shouldered man in silver-and-black plate mail. His dark hair was streaks of silver at the temples, and a jagged scar ran from his left temple down to his gray-bearded jawline."Father...?" Amelia’s voice was barely an audible whisper against the howling wind.She took a slow, disbelieving step forward, her knees shaking beneath her wet skirt. She had spent fifteen years praying at a small stone cairn behind their old cottage in Oakhaven, believing her father had been slaughtered by mountain bandits when she was just a child. She remembered his warm hands teaching her how to bake bread, his booming laugh by the fireplace, and the soft woolen blankets he wrappe
The cold mountain rain beat down against the ruined flagstones, but Amelia felt numb to the freezing air. She stared into the milky, sightless eyes of Mother Yvaine, her mind reeling from the impossible demand."Give you... my son?" Amelia whispered, her voice trembling so violently the words could barely escape her throat. "He is only three months old! He is an innocent child!""A life for a life, Queen Amelia," Mother Yvaine croaked, her voice dry like rustling autumn leaves. She raised the gnarled black root in her wrinkled hand. "The venom in your King’s blood is dark and deep. It has already stilled his breath. Every second you hesitate, his soul drifts further into the cold dark. Choose now. A dead husband, or a missing child.""Get away from her, you crazy hag!" Julian snarled, drawing his broadsword with a sharp metallic scrape. He stepped between Amelia and the old woman, pointing his blade at Mother Yvaine’s chest. "We won't trade the royal heir to some swamp witch!"Mother
The heat from the explosion blasted across the courtyard, knocking Amelia off her feet into the mud.Thick, black smoke filled her lungs as she scrambled back up. The inner doorway of the keep was gone. In its place stood a towering mound of shattered granite blocks, burning oak beams, and roaring orange flames."Alexander!" Amelia screamed, her voice tearing in her throat.She ran straight toward the wall of fire, her hands outstretched, completely blind to the danger. Smoke scorched her throat, and the blistering heat singed the ends of her hair, but she didn't care. The man who had taken a poisoned bolt for her, the father of her child, was trapped under hundreds of pounds of hot stone.Before she could throw herself onto the burning rubble, Julian’s strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her backward into the wet grass."Amelia, stop!" Julian shouted, his face blackened by soot, his eyes wide with desperate worry. "The archway is still collapsing! You'll be crushed!""Let m







