로그인Cold rain slammed against Amelia’s face, snapping her back into a harsh, terrifying reality.Her head throbbed violently from the bitter herbs on the damp cloth, her vision blurrier than a fogged window. She felt the rough, scratchy weave of a heavy burlap sack pulled down over her shoulders, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with thick, biting hemp rope."Get her up onto the saddle! Fast!" a harsh, guttural voice barked in simple, broken English.Amelia kicked her legs wildly, her boots striking a wooden post. "Alexander! Torin!" she screamed, but the thick fabric over her mouth muffled her voice into a desperate, hollow whimper.Rough hands grabbed her waist, hauling her unceremoniously over the front pommel of a hard leather saddle. The horse beneath her snorted, its muscles tensing before it broke into a frantic, chest-pounding gallop. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of horse hooves against wet gravel vibrated through her ribs as the cold night air whipped past her body.Behind
Amelia didn't wait to grab a lantern. She didn't pause to throw on a heavy riding coat. She snatched baby Arthur from his cradle, wrapped him tightly against her chest inside her warm wool shawl, and ran down the cold stone corridors of the palace behind Clara."Get the horses!" Amelia shouted, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings of the courtyard.Torin was already waiting at the stable gate, saddling three heavy warhorses by the flickering light of a pitch torch. High Chieftain Bryn threw a thick leather cloak over Amelia’s shoulders, helping her mount a sturdy bay mare."The mud on the river road is deep," Torin warned, his knuckles white as he tightened his saddle strap. "It will take an hour at a full gallop.""Then we make it in forty minutes," Amelia said, kicking her horse into a hard trot out through the open palace gates.They rode beneath the pale moonlight, the horses' hooves churning up wet dirt and gravel along the river road. Ten miles downstream, the violent floo
The earth-shattering explosion at the river dam echoed across the valley like a mountain collapsing.Two miles away on the grassy ridge, Amelia stood frozen beside the medical tent. She watched in absolute horror as a towering plume of thick black smoke and bright orange fire rose into the cloudless sky. A second later, the deep, terrifying roar of rushing water reached her ears—a hundred-foot wall of white foam and churning mud tearing down the river gorge, swallowing everything in its path."Alexander!" Amelia screamed, her voice cracking as her heart shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.She dropped the crate of clean bandages she was holding, the white cloth tumbling into the red dirt. Without a second thought, she turned and sprinted toward the pine woods, her legs moving on pure, desperate panic."Amelia, stop! Don't go down there!" Lady Clara shouted, running after her and grabbing her wrist near the edge of the trees. "The river gorge is completely flooded! You'll drown!""
The world erupted into a blinding wall of yellow fire and black smoke.Heavy iron cannonballs tore through the morning air with a screeching roar, slamming directly into the front ranks of the Western cavalry. Earth, shattered armor, and red clay exploded fifty feet into the sky. The violent shockwave rattled the teeth in Amelia’s jaw, nearly knocking her off her feet near the supply wagons at the rear of the ridge."Hold your ground!" Duke Raymond’s voice boomed through the thick smoke, his coal-black warhorse rearing wildly on its hind legs. "Hold the line!"Amelia clamped her arms around baby Arthur, pressing his face flat against her neck to block the choking stench of black powder. The infant wept hysterically, his tiny body trembling against her chest. She crouched behind the thick wooden wheel of a heavy supply cart, her eyes wide with terror as she searched the burning crest for Alexander.Through the drifting grey smoke, Alexander stood tall in his stirrups atop his white sta
The match flame flickered in Clara’s hand, casting wild, dancing shadows against the slick stone walls of the narrow tunnel.Before the match could even burn out, the front three dragon-masked assassins lunged forward! Their curved steel blades whistled through the damp air, aimed straight for Torin’s throat!"DOWN!" Torin roared!The massive warrior ducked his head, raising his broad battleaxe horizontally above his shoulders.CLANG! CLANG!Sparks erupted in the dark as two curved blades slammed hard against the heavy iron head of Torin's axe! The impact echoed off the narrow stone pipe like a thunderclap, sending a deafening ring through everyone's ears. Torin shoved forward with his massive legs, his heavy shoulders driving the three assassins backward into the knee-deep water!"Clara, fire!" Alexander shouted, shoving Amelia behind his back into the stone curve of the tunnel wall.Lady Clara didn't hesitate. She drew two arrows from her leather quiver, nocked them simultaneously o
The heavy iron alarm bell echoed off the granite mountains, its harsh metallic clanging cutting through the cheers of fifty thousand soldiers like a cold blade.Inside the wooden carriage, the joyful shouts from the camp died away into a heavy, suffocating silence.Amelia pulled baby Arthur closer to her chest, her knuckles turning white against the edges of his wool blanket. She looked at Alexander, whose face had gone completely rigid. The warm, hopeful smile he had worn just moments ago vanished, replaced by a dark, intense look of disbelief."Did he say... the Empress of the East?" Alexander asked, his voice low and raspy as he gripped the wooden frame of the carriage window.Outside, Duke Raymond reined his black warhorse around, his face pale as he looked down at the bleeding scout who had collapsed beside the carriage wheels."Speak clearly, man!" Raymond ordered, his deep voice carrying over the murmurs of the surrounding guards. "The Imperial Regent controls the Capital! How







