Mag-log inThe deafening crash of the fort’s timber gate splintering echoed through the log hall, instantly followed by the wild, terrifying war cries of the northern warriors.Amelia didn't freeze. She snatched baby Arthur from his wooden cradle, holding his shivering body tight against her chest as she sprinted toward the hearth. Beside the bed, Alexander pushed himself up on one elbow, his chest wrapped tight in linen, his dark eyes wide with sudden horror as he fought to draw breath."Amelia, get behind me!" Alexander rasped, his voice ragged with pain as his weak hand clawed at the deer pelts on the mattress, trying in vain to find a weapon."Don't move, Alexander!" Amelia pleaded, dropping to her knees beside his bed and wrapping her free arm around his shoulders. "Your chest wound will reopen!"Lady Clara Sterling slammed the heavy oak door of the hall shut, dropping a thick pine beam into the iron brackets. "The perimeter guard didn't even have time to sound the alarm!" Clara panted, her
The heavy iron knocker slammed against the outer wooden gates again, sending a dull, terrifying thud echoing through the stone corridors of the monastery.BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"Open this gate, monk! By order of the Imperial Regent, open up or we burn the timber down!"Inside the infirmary, the air turned instantly ice-cold. Amelia grabbed the edge of the wooden operating table to steady her trembling legs, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She looked down at Alexander. His eyes were half-closed, heavy with exhaustion from the grueling chest procedure, his breathing still shallow and labored. He couldn't stand, let alone run."Father Thomas, where can we put him?" Lady Clara whispered urgently, her hand gripping the leather strap of her hunting bow. "If those scouts step into this room, we're dead."Father Thomas didn't waste breath answering. He rushed to the back corner of the candlelit room, where a heavy wool tapestry depicting a weeping saint hung against the
"Christian, put that down!" Amelia screamed, her voice tearing through the cold, quiet infirmary.She threw her body in front of the wooden operating table, shielding both Father Thomas and Alexander. In the soft candlelight, her face was smeared with dried blood and soot, her bare feet swollen and bleeding onto the cold flagstones.Christian’s hands were shaking violently. His knuckles were white around the grip of the loaded steel crossbow, his eyes wide and bloodshot with pure panic. Sweat dripped off his nose despite the freezing draft blowing through the open courtyard doors behind him."Get out of the way, Amelia!" Christian yelled, his voice cracking hysterically. "You don't understand! The Regent promised me my life if Alexander dies! If he wakes up, if he takes back the throne, the Regent will skin me alive! I'm doing this to survive!""He is your brother-in-law!" Amelia sobbed, taking a slow, deliberate step toward him. She kept baby Arthur tucked firmly under her left arm,
"Alexander!" Amelia’s voice shattered the freezing silence inside the wagon.Dark blood bubbled over Alexander’s pale lips, dripping down his chin and staining his fresh white linen bandages. His eyes were wide, glassy, and unseeing as his chest remained completely still. He wasn't breathing.Amelia didn't think. She dropped baby Arthur onto a thick pile of dry straw beside her and leaned over her husband's body. With trembling, slick fingers, she pried Alexander's jaw open and wiped the thick crimson fluid from his throat with the corner of her wool cloak."Breathe!" she sobbed, placing her palm flat against his bare chest and pressing down hard, just like the old village midwife had shown her years ago when a child nearly drowned in the millpond. "Don't you dare leave us, Alexander! Breathe!"BOOM!She drove her hands down onto his sternum. Once. Twice.A harsh, wet gasp erupted from Alexander’s throat. He coughed violently, spraying dark blood across Amelia's hands and chest, befor
"Get flat!" Duke Valerius screamed, throwing his entire body over the back of the heavy steering oar.The orange flash from the twin iron cannons lit up the snow-covered riverbank in a blinding burst of light.BOOM! BOOM!The thunderous roar shook the river valley, shattering the quiet morning air. Hundreds of iron grape-shot lead balls whistled through the freezing mist, tearing into the water and the wooden barge with terrifying force.CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!Oak splinters exploded off the starboard railing like flying daggers. A shower of sharp wood fragments rained down over the wet deck. One heavy lead ball smashed directly into the wooden bench where Lord Vane had been sitting a split second earlier, obliterating the solid timber into a cloud of sawdust.Amelia threw herself flat onto the wet oak deck, locking both arms around baby Arthur and pressing her chest against Alexander’s wooden sled. Cold river water splashed over her back, mixing with the smell of burnt gunpowder hove
"Arthur!"Amelia’s scream tore through the pitch-black tunnel, echoing off the wet stone walls above the roaring water.She scrambled across the slimy oak floorboards on her hands and knees, ignoring the sharp wooden splinters digging deep into her palms. The ice-cold river water was sloshing over the deck, soaking her dress and freezing her skin. She reached blindly into the dark void, her arms flailing against the rushing foam as the barge rocked violently from the impact."Hold the lantern!" Duke Valerius shouted from the back of the vessel, his voice strained as he fought the heavy steering oar.Lord Vane, his knees scraped and bleeding from the crash, held the flickering iron lantern over the edge of the bow. The dim yellow light cut through the mist, illuminating a few feet of swirling black water.Ten feet ahead, snagged on the jagged edge of a low-hanging rock ledge, a bundle of wet wool was floating in the dark current.Arthur’s sharp, terrified cry pierced the roar of the ri







