LOGINAll is fair in love and war. Especially with Lady Nox's twin daughters; Seraphina and Sephora are about to turn 18. As nobility of the Raven Clan of Harpies, they must do their duty and secure a match. Eligible bachelors from other Harpy Clans will be arriving. Once bound to be betrothed, it will
View MoreChapter 61. The Princess's Gambit - Part IIEncounter Two: The Training Hall at DuskThe training hall was never truly empty.Not for Sylen Velwraithe.Even in silence, he could hear the echoes of sparring matches long past — the crack of wooden staves, the ring of steel against steel, the barks of command from captains whose bones now lay in the catacombs beneath Ebonspire. The air was heavy with ghosts. Smoke and oil clung to the rafters, seared into the grain of wood and stone after decades of battle-drills.Sylen moved through that silence as though he belonged to it, a shadow among shadows. He had stripped down to the waist, skin gleaming with the sheen of exertion, his broad chest heaving with steady rhythm. The scars across his torso glimmered faintly where torchlight licked them — pale ridges earned in campaigns that now felt like another lifetime.His wings — vast, black as midnight — shifted occasionally, rustling in the still air like restless banners. His sword whistled ar
Chapter 60. The Blacksmith's Forge - Part 2The firelight played across her pale features, contorting with uncertainty as to whether that was considered rude. Alive with the colours of fires, the glow of hot coals, turning her dark hair into a curtain of molten black.Finally, she asked, "How are they made? The blades we carry into battle. The blades that choose who lives or dies."The smith grunted, approving of her curiosity.Behind Korvash, his older apprentice, Nyxis Black, continued using the forge. As it roared as though it were alive, it was unlike anything Seraphina was accustomed to. Causing her to jump, a little with fright, caught off guard from the sudden loud noise.She cursed internally at her reaction.The heat here was heavy and shimmered in waves, licking the stone walls, which seemed to consume the light of the embers, and the smell of smoke, iron, and sweat pressed in like a second skin on every surface tha
Chapter 59. The Blacksmith's Forge - Part 1 The great roar of the forge hit Seraphina's senses first—a deep, bellowing heat that rolled over her like a living thing. The air smelled of burning coal and molten steel, thick enough to coat her tongue; it tasted awful, she could feel it in her breath and wings. She hesitated at the threshold, her talons curling against the stone walls. At the anvil stood the blacksmith she had been recommended to go to. "Korvash, he's a big guy! You won't be able to miss him." She'd known about the Royal Forge, but until now hadn't actually known where it was or who owned it. Until she had asked some of the royal knights around the castle today. What was better place to learn about control and fire than the place where the weapons themselves were forged? A silhouette against the embers of his work, Korvash's massive frame haloed in firelight, hammer rising and falling in a rhythm that shook the ground beneath her talons. The outline was wrong... for
Chapter 58. The Swordmaster's Lessons This morning sun angled over the stone terrace of the training grounds. Not far from the burning mist from the cliffs below slowly swelled and blew lightly, creating an appearance that there was far more land where it covered, instead of a sheer drop to what could be a very quick and fatal death. The clang of steel echoed across the practice ground where Seraphina Ebonspire circled her new opponent, a blunted black steel blade held firm. Her new temporary instructor, who had stepped in over the last little while—was Master Kaelen Falcrest, a sergeant—moved with surprising speed, his sword a blur in his hand. He was quite a bit younger than Lord Sylen Velwraithe by at least a decade. His feathers were still glossy black shot with storm-grey, not from age but just a tinge of lightness in his feathers, making them appear extra glossy, even though he was not the type to wax his feathers. Though only distantly of noble blood, Kaelen had trained under






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