INICIAR SESIÓNFor a moment, the powerful king looked like a scared boy. His hands shook as he held the Herald against the wall. The dark poison continued to spread across the floor, hissing and eating away at the stone."Get out," Rowan snarled at the creature. "Get out of this body and tell your king to rot in the shadows."He shoved the Herald hard. The cloaked figure slid down the wall, black liquid pouring from every opening. Vera stepped forward and drove her sword through the Herald’s chest with one clean strike. The body jerked once, then went still. The black eyes faded. The echoing voice stopped. Only silence remained.The poison slowed but did not stop. It left deep black scars on the floor and walls."Clear the hall," Rowan ordered. His voice was rough. "Burn the body outside the gates. And get someone to deal with this mess."Kael and the guards moved quickly. They dragged the Herald’s body away. Vera stayed close to Lyra, watching her with worried eyes, but Lyra only had attention for
Rowan’s grip tightened on the front of the Herald’s cloak. "You dare speak to my queen like that?" Rowan growled. His voice was low and dangerous. "You come into my home and claim what is mine?"The Herald only smiled. That empty black gaze stared straight at Rowan without fear.Lyra stood frozen beside him. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. She could feel the crownfire rising under her skin, ready to burst out, but she held it back. The last time she lost control, someone got hurt.Rowan shook the Herald roughly. "Answer me. Tell your false king that Lyra is not his. She never will be. If he wants her, he will have to go through me first. And I will enjoy ripping him apart piece by piece."The guards still held the Herald’s arms, but their faces showed fear now. Vera kept her sword pressed tight against the Herald’s throat. A thin line of blood already ran down his skin."You are bold for a man already marked," the Herald said. His voice still echoed in that unnatural way, fillin
The room froze.Lyra stared at the stranger. Those eyes were not normal. They were not even eyes anymore. Just two pools of pure black, endless and swallowing the light around them. No white, no pupils. Just darkness."Guards!" Rowan shouted.Kael and Vera drew their weapons at the same time. The royal guards rushed forward, swords ready. Two of them grabbed the Herald's arms, but he did not fight. He stood completely still, his head tilted slightly as if listening to something only he could hear."Wait," Lyra said. Her voice shook but she held up her hand. "Do not kill him yet. He knows things about my parents."Rowan stepped in front of her, his body tense and ready. "Speak now, creature. What are you?"The Herald's mouth moved. When he spoke, his voice was no longer rough and quiet. It echoed through the hall like it came from deep inside a cave. The sound filled every corner at once, cold and ancient."I am the Herald of the Shadow King. I speak with his voice."The fire in the he
Lyra paced the chamber, her hands still warm from the training accident. The burn on the guard's arm would heal, but the fear in everyone's eyes would not fade so easily. She could not stop hearing those whispered words. Another Seraphine. Too dangerous.Rowan stood by the door, his face hard as stone. The two council members had been sent away with sharp words, but the damage was done. "We cannot trust them all anymore," Rowan said quietly. "Some see your power as a threat instead of a gift.""I never asked for this gift," Lyra replied. She stopped pacing and looked at him. "What if they are right to fear me? I hurt someone today without meaning to."Rowan crossed the room and took her hands. His touch was steady, warm. "You are learning. We will find a way to control it together. But right now, the council is divided. I need to meet with them again and make sure this does not spread."A knock sounded on the outer door before Lyra could answer. A servant stepped in, looking nervous.
Lyra stood in the middle of the hidden training yard behind the east tower. The stone walls around her were scarred from years of combat practice. Today, only a few trusted guards and rebels watched from the edges. Kael and Vera stood nearby, their faces serious. "Again," Vera said. "Control the flame this time. Do not let it run wild." Lyra nodded and closed her eyes. She reached for the crownfire inside her chest, the white-hot power that had awakened in the Silver Court. It felt like liquid light now, always moving, always ready to burst out. She raised her hands and pushed the energy forward slowly. A small ball of white fire formed between her palms, steady and bright. It did not flicker. For the first time in days, it obeyed her. "Good," Kael said. "Hold it. Make it smaller." She focused, pulling the fire tighter. The ball shrank until it was the size of an apple. Sweat ran down her back. Her arms trembled from the effort, but the flame stayed controlled. "Very good," Vera
They made it back to the palace three days later.Exhausted, bloody, chased by shadows the entire way. But alive.The northern kingdom looked different. Smaller somehow. Like the threat looming from the east made everything feel fragile.Guards met them at the gates. "Your Majesty. Luna. Thank the gods you're back.""Status report," Rowan ordered as they walked through the courtyard."The eastern border is under siege. Shadow creatures pour through the cracked gates every hour. We've evacuated three villages so far. Casualties are mounting.""How many?""Fifty dead, twice that injured and more every day."Rowan's jaw clenched. "Gather the war council. We will meet in an hour."The guard hesitated, looking at Lyra. Fear flickered in his eyes."What?" she asked."Nothing, Luna. Apologies." He bowed and hurried away.But Lyra had seen it. The fear. The doubt.They were afraid of her.Rowan noticed too. "Ignore him. He's young. Doesn't understand.""Understand what? That I broke reality a







