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Morwenna’s POVI didn’t need a crown to feel the weight of the realm on my skull. It was there in every stare from the court, every whisper about Elira, every shadow lengthened by prophecy and blood. But that night, I wore one anyway. Not because I cared for ceremony—gods, no. But because the Bone Seer had sent me a message.And I intended to answer it in gold and flame.The coronation feast had ended hours ago, but I sat alone in the high chamber, stripped of gown and jewels, barefoot and still crowned. The crown was heavy—literally, forged with moongold and bone fragments from ancient beasts—but it wasn’t the metal digging into my scalp that kept me awake.It was the knowledge that my daughter was sleeping three floors below me. A daughter born of a future I hadn’t yet lived. A daughter hunted through timelines. A daughter I couldn’t remember bearing, but whose eyes mirrored mine so hauntingly it undid me.The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn.“You’re brooding,” Leofric’s
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Morwenna's POVI didn’t need to ask who she was. Elira's eyes mirrored my own, but older. Weirder. Like the moon had burned secrets into her pupils. Her voice had a rhythm I didn't recognize, and when she said "mother," it didn’t feel like a child's plea.It felt like a prophecy detonating.She stood in the ruins like she'd walked out of fire. Tattered silk clung to her skin, streaked with ash and dried blood, and the mark on her collarbone—a spiraled crescent—glowed faintly in the dusk. My blood turned to stone."She's from a rift," Leofric said quietly beside me. "Time magic. It's leaking."Elira didn't flinch when the guards aimed blades at her throat. She looked straight at me, calm, like she had already lived this moment a hundred times."I watched you die," she said. "More than once."My knees nearly gave out. Leofric steadied me, but I couldn’t stop staring at the girl—no, the woman. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen, but her eyes were centuries old."Who is your father?
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Morwenna’s POVElira hadn’t stirred in hours. Her body lay limp on the bed, her skin feverish and slick with sweat, but her breathing was shallow and steady. I sat beside her, unmoving, hands clasped tight around her wrist as if that anchor alone could keep her here.“She’s burning through her own soul,” Leofric said from behind me, quiet. “Whatever she did to banish the Bone Seer… it’s not over.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The truth sat like lead in my chest. Elira hadn’t simply cast him away—she had ripped through time itself, shattering what remained of the veil. I could feel it in the air. Magic was wrong. Twisted. The moon’s pull was erratic, its light bending unnaturally through the window.“She’s from the future,” I whispered. “And I don’t think she was ever meant to come back.”Leofric walked to me, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. “You saved her. Whatever else is coming, she’s alive because of you.”No. She came back because of me. But saving her? That was still uncert
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Morwenna's POVI didn’t sleep.Sleep is a mercy, and mercy has never come easily to women like me.I stared at the ceiling of my chambers, draped in embroidered silk, but I felt no warmth. No safety. Just the echoes of a girl calling me mother when I hadn’t yet earned the word. Elira—born of time and ruin. Her voice had been soft but clear, as if destiny itself had been calling. And I had no answers for her.Now the castle feels smaller. Too many eyes. Too many secrets walking the halls like ghosts.By dawn, I’m standing by the eastern tower, the wind unraveling my braid as I stare at the crack that has split the horizon. The time fracture. I can feel it bleeding through the air like oil in water. A smell of metal. A taste of thunder.Behind me, the footsteps I know best. Leofric.He doesn’t speak immediately, just wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. "You haven’t slept.""Neither have you."He holds tighter. "I dreamt of fire. And a crown. But not on my h
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Morwenna's POVFlames danced behind my eyelids before I even opened them. Elira’s scream echoed in my skull, a sound so sharp it cleaved through sleep, though she had long since fallen silent. I sat up in the silken bedchamber Leofric insisted I use, but no softness could ease the dread clawing at my chest. Soot and jasmine clung to my skin—scents from the dream or a memory not yet lived.She had called me “mother.” Not once. Not as a slip. She meant it—with fear. With finality. As though the world had ended and I had been the one to end it.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stared into the obsidian mirror across the room. My face looked different. Not tired. Altered. My eyes were deeper somehow, as if what I’d seen in that dream had carved something out of me and left something else behind.Somewhere down the hallway, the palace was already awake. I didn’t need to hear the whispers or footfalls to know—its tension had a heartbeat of its own. The nobles pretending not to pa
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Morwenna’s POVThe sky split again. Not with thunder, but with memory—mine, yet not mine. The ripple that had retreated moments ago came back, this time slower, more deliberate, as if watching. As if deciding.I didn’t let Elira out of my grip. Her fingers were small but steady. The path we walked shimmered like glass suspended over a starless void. Somewhere in the distance, time fractured again, and a scream—my own—rattled through the broken seams of reality.“Don’t look,” I told her.“But it’s you,” she whispered. “It’s all you.”I knew. Every shard, every twisted outcome, every cursed version of myself this realm tried to show me—it was all a warning.Or a prophecy.We kept walking until the ruins opened into a vast, circular hall etched with glowing sigils. They pulsed with the rhythm of a heartbeat that didn’t belong to either of us. At the center, a throne of black crystal, cracked in the middle, waited beneath a hovering relic—radiant silver, suspended in a constant hum. It ca
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